THE SCOTISH
MUSICAL MUSEUM;
CONSISTING OF UPWARDS
OF SIX HUNDEED SONGS,
WIIH
PROPER BASSES FOR THE PIANOFORTE.
ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED
BY JAMES JOHNSON;
AND NOW ACCOMPANIED WITH
COPIOUS NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS OF THE LYRIC
POETRY AND MUSIC OF SCOTLAND,
BY THE LATE WILLIAM STENHOUSE.
WITH SOME
ADDITIONAL ILLUSTRATIONS.
VOLUME VL
WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS, EDINBURGH;
AND THOMAS CADELL, LONDON.
M.DCCC.XXXIX.
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| Preface.
ipHX Editor now present* to the Public the Sixth Volume of tic
Scots Musical Museum; which in all probability will be the last.
These Volumes contain every Scotish Air and Song, which tie en
-ertions of the Editor, *nd those of his friends and numerous com s
-pondents, have been able to procure during a per.od of sixteen y ,a, ».
He is therefore inclined to think that the Scots Musical Museum now
contains almost every Scotish Song extant. However, as he. wishes ,„
make it as complete as poss.ble, he will spare no pains in endeavour,
-ing to procure am which may hitherto have escaped his researched
if successful, they will be published at some future period.
Without wishing to over rate this publication, the Editor may be
permitted to observe, that it unquestionably contains the greatest Col
. l«tio„ of Scotish Vocal Music ever published, including many excel
lent Songs written • for it by BCJRNS; He therefore flatters himself
with the hope that the predicts of our celebrated BARD respecting
i. will be verified; and that "To futu« ages the Scots MuVica! Museum
"will be the Text Book and Standard of Scotish Song and Music."*
* See extract from BUBNSS Letter in the Preface to Volume £h
ESinf June 4,h„l803.
Entered in Stationers Hall.
FV
T X D E X.
Not;,, The Songs in the 5 preceding Volumes marked R.and B. the
Editor i.s now at liberty to say arc the production :of Mr. BURNS The
Originals of Mr.Hl'KNS S writing are in his possession _ They were
written tor this work, but being often sent the TCditor on the spur of the
moment, Mr. BURNS requested these marks only, and not his name should
be add< •! t o them.
Tirst line of earh Son£. Authors f\gC
\s I went o'er the highland hills 525
As walking forth to view the plain .. . 526
\« day a braw wooer Burns . _ . . _ 533
\h Mary sweetest maid farewell _ _ „ _ _ _ 546
Anna thy charms my bosom fire _ . Burns . _ 547
\ cogie of ale and a pickle ate meal _ . Sherrifs .Music by M<;lntosh564
\h I was walking by yon river side _ , _ . _ ^ J _ 566
Argyll is my nan e . _ _ . _ By J. Duke of Argyll . „ _ 573
An* I'll awa to 'bonny Tweed -side _ . _ . . . . 580
As i lav on my bed on a night 601
A Sold ier for gallant achievements renoun'd _ . _ 608
Adieu! a h<lai t warm, fond adieu _ _ Burns . . _ 620
Behind von hills where vivlets row, _ Burns . . 600
Bright the moon aboon yon mountain _ Hamilton . _ .612
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Come under my plaidv . - _ _ . Macneil.JCsqV .. _ _ _ 550
Tome follow, follow 552
Chanticleer, wi* noisy whistle - _ Music by S. Clarke .568
Can Id is the e'enin blast _ _ _ _ Burns . ^ . . 603
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Dors haughty Gaul invasion threat _ Burns, Music bv S.Clarke. _ .565
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Fra^j Dunibter as I cam through . ... _ 528
1 ntvxll ve fields an meadows green . .Hamilton . 597
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Ho to Berwick Johnny ... Hamilton ..... 534
Gudeen to you kimmer ..... Burns ..... 540
Gently blaw u eastern bree/.es . Anderson . ... 58!
Go plaintive sound ... . . . W.Hamilton Enq^. . 595
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Have ye any pots or pans ... . 536
Tfeyl my kitten my kitten . . ...... . 577
How sweet is the scene at the dawning o* morning Gall . _ 586
Ifow sweet this lone vale . . . A. Erskine, KsqT . 533
Hard is the fate of him who loves _ . Thomson 6IO
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In Brechin did a wabster dwell _ 54 j
I rim a young bachelor winsome 556
In yon garden fine an gay 532
jockeys taen the parting kiss _ . _ Hums "1 539
I care- na for your een sae blue _ _ _ Hamilton . _ _ 619
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Lord I nomas and fair Annet - . 551
Little wat ye wha*s coming- _ ... _ .. 2 59 1
Liv'd ancc- two lovers in yon dale . „ ftffi
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% P«gR>*» face, my Bevy's form, - - -Hums . . . _ _ .517
My Daddy left me gear enough _ _ ' _ _ 542
My Lady's gown there's -airs upon't _ _ Burns- - ^ 57;}
My Jeany and 1 have toilet - . 59Q
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Now bank and brae are claith'd in ^reen _ 537
No Churchman am I for to rail and to write . Burns .. 6O6
O steer her up and had her gaun _ 52 Q
0 Cherub Content Campbell . 52h
O Bothwetl bank thou bloomest fair Music by J. Fergus _ 529
O .ty n:y wife she dang me _ _ _ Burns _ / 549
O tell me my bonny young lassie _ . Macniel, Ksq! . 553
O Man turn awa that bonny face _ . Gall _ 5^q
O t<udc ale comes _ . _ _ _ _ ; Burns 56 |
O where and O where does your highland laddie dwell .566
O once 1 lov'd a bonnie lass _ . Burns S70
O dinna think bonnie lassie 574
O gin I were fairly shot o' her . . _ Anderson 576
O ken ye what Me- o the mill has gotten - Bums 535
O leave novels, ye Mauchlin belles . _ Burns 592
O lay ihy loof in mine lass _ _ _ Burns 593
0 heard ye of a silly Harper - ' 593
O turn away those cruel eyes . gQ^
O Mary >e*s be clad in silk Music h\ Miss G. C. 6f) S
O that I had neer been married - . Burns 6 | -j
O gin my love were yon red rose ... I | J
O Mally s meek, Mallvs sweet . . Burns 6 1 7
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Red gltam« the sun on y on hill tap . ' D.r Couper $[9
How saftlv thou stream . (^a||
Robin shure in hairs! . . _ _ , Hums _ . 5fp
Return hameward ny hear! again _ 57^
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£ Authors Vugi
SW-nes of woe and scenes of pleasure - _ Burns _ the Music by{ 533
A.Masterton J
•Stern winter ha« le£i~fl* 544
Sweetest May let love inspire thee _ - - Burns _ - - _ • „ 573
Sure my Jean is beauty 8 blossom _ _ -Gall- ----- 537
•Saw ye the Thane o* meikle pride _ - - Mackenzie, lCsqf - - -594
*\S< ots wha hae wi* Wallace bled - - _ - Burns - _ 5.96
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Tho for seven > ears and mair - Ramsay - _ 522
Tvyas summer and softly the bree/.es _ - - „ 532
Twas at the shining midday- hour _ - - Hamsav - . - j" _ - 534
The Queen o* the Lothians cam cruisin to fife - - _ - - 539
Thy cheek is o* the roses hue _ Gall - _ 5A3
'Twits at (lie silent solemn hour - Mallet - Music bv~)
S. Clarke J ' 554
The sun in the west _ . . - -Gall - - _ 557
There was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen - - Burns - 553
Tis nae very lang sinsyne - - - - 569
"Tlie ny mphs and shepherds are met on the green _ 574
There was a noble lady - -- -- -- -- -- -- 532
The rain rins down thro* Merry- land toune _ , 602
There was a bonie lass - - - Burns - '> J6
There news lasses news - - Burns _ 609
Tejll me Jessy tell me - _ ■ - - - Hamilton _ _ _ #6I3
'The night is my departing night _ _ _ - 620
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.VNfliar'hae ye been a* day, ny boy Tarn my - - MacnieUKsq^ - - _ 5l8
When I gaed to the mill my lane - _ - - - - - - ' _ . _ 521
Whar' V.sk its silver current leads - - Carey- ----- 522
Wee Willie Gray - - - - . _ - - - Burns - - - - _ 530
When the days they are tang --------- 53 O
Willys rare and Willys fair --------- 54 2
Wha wadna be in love wf bonny Maggv Lauder 562
When I think on my lad - 570
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You ask me charming fair - - ysr. Hamilton Yls<\T. _ 534
Ve Muses nine, O lend y our aid - - 1 . - - _ - _ - 6 1 1
You sing of our good man frae hame _ _ - 614
TABLE OF CONTENTS,
VOLUME VL
Page
Songs DI. to DC, 517
Illustrations, 439
Additional Illustrations, *513
Indexes of Airs, i
Indexes of Songs, xxjj
General Index, ................. XXvii
Written for this Work bv Robert Burns
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The lily 's hue, the rofe*s die,
The kindling luftre of an eye;
VVho but owns their ma^ic fway,
who but knows they all decayi
The tenter thrill, the pitying fear,
The %t n< rou.s pu-pofe nobly dear,
The tffrttjr look that Kafte difarms,
Thefe are ail Immortal charms.
Dear Mf Publisher,
1 holJt affainft I return, you will be able to tell me
from Mr.CLAtUE if thefe words will fuit the tune. If they dont fuit,
i rouft think on forte other Air; as I have a very ftrong private roalun
tor wifhme th,m m the 2«* Volume. _ Don't fotgtt to tranfrribc tee the
lift of the Antiquarian MuPc lercweL
H. BUHNS.
616
My boy Tain ray.
^02 ^ Uhar hae ->e been a'aay, my boy Tammy whar hae ;e .Keen a' dlv
A I if tie lively
im boy Tammy. ! ve been by burn and flowYy brae meado
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w green and
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mountain grey courting o' this young thing juft come frae her mammy
And whar gat ye that young thing my boy Tammy:
I gat her down in yonder how,
Smiling on a broomy know,
Herding ae wee Lamb and Ewe for her poor VKnmsv .
What faid vt to the bonny bairn my hoy Tnmm\i
I prrns'd her een fae lovely blue,
Her dimpled c heek, and cherry mou;
I pree'd it .ft as }e may true" .She Paid, ihe'd tell her Mammy.
I held her to my beating heart", my vounj* nn fmilin^ l.aramvl
4 1 hue a houfe it coft me dear,
I vc walth o* pleniiphan and geer;
"Ye'f« get it a wVt fen times niair, gin ye will leave vr)l(r M«,nn$*
The fm.i. gade- aff her bonny face J'l manna kau my Mammy.
oh&s geen me meat; fhe's geen me claife;
"She's been m\ comfort a* niv days
'% Fathers death brought rnony wae * I can., leave my Mam., v .
"We'll tak hem h:un< and m, her fain, my ain kind hearted Laminvi
V\e 11 gee her ment; wr'l! gee her ciatfe,
"We'll be her romfoii ,i" h<->v days';'
The wee thing vi\s her hand and fays 'There! and afk my Mamim "
Has fhe been to Kirk wi' the* niv hn> Tunny?
She h.<8 been to Kirk hi' me.
And the tear was in her ee,
Nu« Oh! fhe s but a young thing juO conn frae her Mammy!
Red gleams the fun.
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on the gowan; Deep murmurs thro her glens the Spey, A ^
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-< .round Kin . ra_ra rowan. Where art thou faireft, kindeft
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lafs! A - las wort thou but near ipe, 1 hy gen . tli
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_ tin/? eve would ever ever cheer me.
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The Lavnx k fings amang the clouds,
The Lambs they fport fo cheer),
And I. fit weeping by the birk;
0 where art thou my dearie!
At! ma\ I meet the morning dew;
Lang greet tili I be weajpy /
Ihou carina, winna, gentle maid!
1 hou catv a be my doary-
Q ftcer her up and be na b*ate,
An gin fhr tak if ill, jo.
Then We the lafhit till her fate,
And time nae laager fpill, jo!
Neer break your ieart for a^. rebutc,
But think upon it ftiIl,jo,
That gin the fcfsi« wjnn;,
Ml fm anirhcr will, jo.
When I gaed to the mill.
521
* When * gaed
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< maut Tie mill_er 1
id. ._ die kift
was nae faut. What tW the lad . die kift
O 1 loo the miller laddie -l
And my I add if foes me;
Tfe has fir a blytb |aok,
And a honnie blinking ee.
What though the lad lie kift me
When I was at th$. mill J
A kifs is but a touch
And a touch can do nae ill.
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VShar'Esk its silver stream
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mony a flower I hied me aft to dewy meads in hap__pv davs and
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built my bower. I call d upon the birds to sing \n nestle in iU
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fragrant flower, v\hile in the livry of the spring 1 deckd my tweet en
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Twaai there I found ah! happy time.
The sweetest flower, and sic a flower
l crop't it in its virgin prime
To deck my sweet, my shady bowtr
lii.it soon the Mast houfri in tin air
That robbd me of this matchless flower
\n' sorrow since and mony a e»r<
fla\ stript hi i withered a my bower..
Tho' for seven years.
c507"S * Tho* for seven years and tnair honour shoud reave me
Mod . rately Sl<
*J To fields where cannons ratrthoti need na grieve thee: For deep
Co fit i nued .
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spirits thy sweets are indented. And love shall, preserve ay what love has
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imprinted, Leave thee leave thee I'll never leave thee gang the warld
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it will dear _ est he _ lieye
me
N V LLY,
O Johryi I'm jealous whene'er ye discover
My sentiments yielding, ye'l J turn a loo^e rover;
And nought i' the warld wad vex my heart sairer
If you prove unconstant, and fancy ane fairer.
Grieve me, grieve me, oh it wad grieve mel
A' the lang night and daj , if you deceive me.
JOHN V.
My Nelly* let nrvor sick fancies oppress ye,
For while my bloods warm kindly caress ye:
Your blooming saft beauties first beeted Love's fire,
Your virtue and wit make it ay flame the higher,
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee,
Gang the warld as it will, dearest, believe me.
WELLY.
Then,Johnv, 1 frankly this minute allow ye
To think me your mistress, for love gars me trow \
And gin you prove fa\se, to yeYstllbe it said then;
Ye'll win but sma' honour to wrang a kind maiden.
Heave me, reave me, Heav'nsi it wad reave me
Of my rest night and day, if ye deceive me.
JOHN Y.
Hid leeshogle-s hammer red gads on the studdy,
And fair simmer mornings nae mair appear ruddy;
Bid Britons think ae gait, and when ..they obey ye,
But never till that time believe Hi betray ye.
Leave thee, leave thee, I'll never leave thee;
The starns shall gang withershins eVr I deceive thee.
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Row fnftly, thou ftreain,
v503^ * RowsStly; thou ftream,thro the wild fpangfd valley, O green be thy
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ftrangers to (brrow an ftrangers to care. The weary day lang I lift to your
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An waffe ilka moment fad cheerlefs alanc; Each feet little treafure o1
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h en rt -cheering pleafure, Far' fled frae mv bofom wi' Captain O'Kaine,
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Ku* aft on thy banks ha'e we pu*d the wild gowan.
An twjftecl a "ringlet beneath the haw thorn!
Ah! then each fond moment wi* plea Aire was glowin!
.Sweet days o delight which can never return!
Now ever, wae's me!
The tear fills mine e'fc.
An fair is my heart wi* the rigour o,pain!
Nae profprct returning
To' gladden life's morning,
tor ^reen waves the willow o'er Captain Q*Kaine!
An I v > lit o'er frCc
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509<T* As 1 **nt °,fr tlie highland hills fa * farmers houst I ran e Th
A little Slow
I was kind - K treated and a pret _ ty maid I spvd. Who
I rourted her the lea long night.
Till near the dawning day
When frankly she to me did say,
Alang with you I'll gae;
For Irctand is a fine coun.tr> 4
An the Scots trt you are '^.in*,
So I will gae alang with you,
My fortune to begin.
Day being come,' an breakfast o'er,
To parlour I was ta'eri,
The woodman kindly ask'd me,
If 1(1 marry his daughter Jean?
Five hundred marks Pi I give to thee,
Besides a piere of land,
But scarcely had he spoke the word,
Till I thought on Peggy Bawn.
Your offer Sir! is very good,
An I thank yoi. too: said f,
But T cannot be your son in law,
1*11 tell you the reason why;
My business calleth me in haste
I'm the Kings servant, hound,
An" I must gae away this day,
ft night on, to Edinburgh town.
Ol Peggy Bawn thou art my own,
My heart lys in thy breast,
An* tho* we at a distance are,
Yet still I love thre best;
Altho* wt at a distance be,
\ri seas between us roar;
Yet I'll be constant, V^g^y Bawn,
lo thee, for ever more.
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O Cherub Content
But thy prefence appears from my purfuit to fly,
Like the gold colourd cloud on the- verge of the flty;
No luftre that hangs on the green willow tree
Fs fo fhort as the fmile of thy favour to me.
In the pulfe of my heart I have nourifh'd a care
That forbids me th\* fweet infpiration to fharej
f'he noon of my youth flow departing I fee;
But its years as they pafs bring no tidings of thee.
O Cherub contentl at thy mofs-cover'd fhrin*
T would offer my vows if Matilda were mine;
Could I call her my own whom enraptur'd I fee,
f would breathe not a vow but to friendship and thee,
As walking forth,
-cd In raiment feirAnoy. eyVv thing the rage of winter feer
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Continued.
drawing nigh L heard him crv, Ah: omnia vm cit a
Earn
Upon his breaft he lay along,
Hardl by a munnring river,
And mournfully his doleful fong
With fighs he did deliver;
Ah! Jeanys face has comely grace,
Her locks that fhine like lammer,
With burning rays have cut my da) s ;
For omnia vincit amor.
Her glancy r.en like comets fheen,
The morning -fun out/fining,
Have caught my heart in Cupids net,
And make me die with pining.
Durft I complain, nature's to blame,
•So curiousfy to frame her,
vVhofe beauties rare make me with care
Cry, omnia vincit amor.
Ye cryftal ftreams that (wiftly glide,
Be partners of my mourning,
Ye fragrant fields and meadows wild,
Condemn her for her fcorning:
Let every tree a witnefs be,
How Juftly I may blame her;
Yr chanting birds, note thefe my words,
Ahi omnia vincit amor.
Had f n» been kind as (he was fair,
She Jong had been admired,
And been adorcl for virtues rare,
Wh* of life now makes me tired.
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Thus fa id, his breath began to fail
He could not /peak* but. ftammer;
He figh'd full fore,' and faid no mot e,
But omnia vincit amor.
When 1 obfervel him near to death,
I run in haft to fave him,
But quickly he re(ign*d his breath,
So deep the wound love gave him.
Now for her fake this vow I'll make,
My tongue fhall ay defame her,
While on his hearfel'll write this verfe,
Ah! omnia vincit amor.
Straight I confider'd in my mind
CTpon the matter right ly,
And found tho Cupid he be blind,
He proves in pith molt mighty.
For warlike Mars, and thurxlVing Jove,
And Vulcan with his Hammer,
Did ever prove the flaves of love
For omnia vincit amor
Hence we may fee th' effects of love,
Which gods and men keep under,
That nothing can his bonds remove,
Or torments break afunder!
Nor wife nor fool, need go to fchool,
To learn this from his grammar;
His hearts the book where he*s to look.
For omnia vincit amor.
The Battle of Harlaw *
■v5l2*v * Fra€ Dunid
ier as I cam through, Doun by the hill o' Ranochie, A
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If sum harmonie.That e'er that dr
eiry day did daw, Cry-
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f marvlit quhat the matter meint, Grit Donald of the Yles d'id claim,
All folks war in a 'fiery fairy: Unto the lands of Ross sum richt,
I wist nocht qua was fax- or friend; And to the Governour Q he came,
Zit quietly I did me cart ie. Thaim for to half gif that he micht;
Hut sen the days of auld kin# Hairie, Quha saw his interest was hut sficht:
Sir slaughter was not horde nor sene, And thairfore answort with disdain;
And thair I had nae tyme to tairy,
For bissiness in Aherdene.
Thus as I walk it On the Way,
To liivcrury as 1 Went,
I met a "m in, and bad him stay.
Requesting him to make me quaint.
Of the "beginning and the event,
That happen it thair at the Harlaw;
Then he entrited mo tjk tent,
And he the truth -sou Id tomechaw.
He hastit hame haith day and nicht,
And sent nae bodward hack again.
But Donald richt impatient
Of that answer Duke Kobert gaif.
He vowed to God omnipotent.
All the hale lands of Moss to haif,
Or ells be graithed in his graif.
He wald not quat his richt for norht.
Nor he abusit lyk a slaif,
That bargtn sould be dcirly borhtA'c.
£ Fought upon Jriday, July 24; 1411, against Donald of the Isles.
# Robert Duke of Albany, uncle to King James 1, The account of this
famous battle may be seen in. our Scots histories.
O BothweH bank.
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O Bothwell bank thou bloomeft fair, But ah thou
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*J makst my heart fu fair, For a beneath thy woods fae green
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wad fit at een While daiftes and primrofes
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mixt wi* blue bells in my locks he fixt, O Both _ well
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bank thou bloomeft fair But ah thou mak'st my heart fu (
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Sad he lexi me ae dreary day,
And haplie now fleeps in the clay-,
Without ae figh his death to moan,
Without ae flow'r his grave to crown.
O nhither is my lover gone,
Alas I fear he'll ne'er return.
O Bothwell bank thou bloomtft fair.
But ah thou makVt my heavt fu* fair.
.530
. Wee Willie Gray
Written for this Work by -ft. Burns.
^514 -<Hfr We e
Wee Willy Gray and his leather wallet;
T^ice a lily-flower will be him fark and cravat;
Feathers of a flee wad feather up hia bonnet,
Jbather. of a fie. wad feather up hia bonnet.
When tke day* ttej are lang.
Continued
531
There* mony a tiU} come in on the fcore, FA lal, Ac
Wi» galloping graith,clad ahint an' afore, Fal Ul,fcc. '
Our ancient Wager for to win,
The Prize nae Icfs than forty pun;
To fee them is the beft o fun, Fal lal4&c.
The rout the town officers held at command, Fal hi Ac
An Bailheg wi' halberts weel fcourd, in their hand, Fal la! Ac
To^ clear the courfe, the caufe was gude,
An guide th.e rabble, wild an rude,
For ilka ane on tip-tae ftood, Fal lal, Ac.
Now Kirkfield frac braw Lcfmahago came, Fal lal, Ac.
Our filler, nae doubt, for to tak wi' him ham* Fal lal fcc.
But tho' he cam wi' noife an' din,
The beaft was unco Iaith to rin;
In fhort the lad was ahin, Fal lal Ac.
An' Glentowins horfe, he was fairly out -worn. Fal lal Ac
That morning he gat a haill firlet o corn, Fal lal &e.
His groom kept him but carelefsly;
't ho', had he fed him foberly
'Twas thought he wad hae won the gree, Fal 'al Ac.
Hut Kingledores mare, fhe brak aff at the firft, Fal lal Ac.
Sax paces an mair afore a the reft, Fal lal Ac,
•She was f«e fupple an fae ft»«t,
She led the lav© a* round about,
An cam in firft -at flie gade out, la! lal Ac.
Now Glentowins^ horfe, he could do nae mair, ft 1 lal Ac.
An Kirkiiels,oer heavy to hac ony fhare, Fal lal Ac,
•Sae Kingledore's brown bonny mare,
Set aff wi'a* our dainty gea*
An caper'd croufly thro' the fair Fal lal Ac.
The banks of the Dee.
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Twa8 fummer and foftly the breezes were blowing- <t fweetly
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the nig4iti«gMe fu^g from the tree at the foot of j* rock where tl r:ve»
river was
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flowing I fet my /elf down on the banks of the Dee. Flow on lovely Dee flowon thou
f-f— fit
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fweet river"*thy banks pwreft ftreain fhall be dear to me ever for there I firft
gaind the affection and favour oi
m
gaind the affection and favour of Jamie the glory & pride of the Dee.
But now he's gone from me and left me thus mourning,
To quell the proud rebels, for valiant is he,
And ah there's no hope of hip fpeedy returning,
To wander again on the banks of the Dee.
\\*s gone, h&plefs youth, oYr the loud roaring billows
The kindeft and fweeteft of a I ' the gay fellows,
And left me to ftray mong'st thefc once loved willow*,
The lonelieft. maid on the banks of the Dee.
But time and my prayers may perhaps yet reftore him,
b*Ieft peace may reftore my dear fhepherd to me,
And when he returns with fuch care I'll watch o'er him.
He never fhall leave the fweet banks of the Dee.
The Dee then fhall flow, all its beauties difp!a\ing,
The lambs on its banks fhall again be feen playing,
While I with my Jamie am carelessly ftraying,
And tafting again all the fleets of the Dee.
Mb
Scenes of woe and scene* of pleasure^
VVritter by K. burns.
1 and last adieu. Hon _ ny Doon, s'ae, sweet at
^E^pEl_r 1 ' j LL
ear _ l>- roam ing, First f weav'd the rus _ tic sang
Bowers adieu; where love decoying,
First enthralfd tlii.s heart o" mine,
There the saftes* sweets cnjfy ing,
•Sweets that memVy ne'er shall (ine.
"r lends so near my bosom ever,
Ve hae render'! moments dear;
Hut alas! when forc'd to sever,
Then the stroke, O how severed
friends, that parting tear reserve it, '
Tho' tis doubly dear to me;
Could I think T did deserve it,
How much happier wou«l I be.
•Scenes ot woe and Scenes of pleasim
Scenes that former thought renew;
Scents of woe and Scenes of pleas uu
Now a sad and last adieu.
Go to Kerwick Johnny
-jg — 0 — • 1 ■ ; * y* t ■ jg —
<5l8 ^c to ^erw*c^ Johnny bring her frae the border yx>n fweet
Livel}
•dei
bonnie lafsie, let her gae nae farder. Englifh louns will twine je o* the
m
«-/ i,.^.. trenfure but well let them ken a fword wi* them well meafure.
lovely
00 to Berwick Johnny,
An* re£ain*your honour
Drive them o'er the Tweed,
An' fhaw our ScottiOi banner.
1 am Rah the Kin/.*,
An1 ye are Jock my brithcr,
Hut before we lofe her.
We'll a there the gither.
Tlvas ?it the fhining uoid chy hour.
^5 If) -y^ "Twm at the fhrnin£ mid day hour, When all be
a
A 1 ittW lively
w&l <r
gaunt 1
hat hunger, ruggd at Wat ty§ breast, And
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the poor lad grew faint. His face was like a bacon
r ■ e i r 1 U- P v Pg
ham. That lang in reek had hung and horn
hard was his
*-
H^f-f-H^
ij'-r-r —
gig
tawny hand
That
□err
held the ha _ zel
run«
•So wad the foftc ft fare appear
Of the maift drtfsv fpark
And fuch the hands that lords wad hae,
Were they kept clofe at wark .
His head was like a heathen bull]
Beneath his bonnet blue,
On his braid ch< eks frae lug to lug,
His bairdy briftles grew.
But hunger, like a gnawing worm,
find*- rum Hfing thro* bis kyte,
And nothing now but folid gear
Could give his heart delyte.
He to the kitchen ran with fpeed,
To his lov'd Madge h« ran,
Sunk down into the chimney nook
With vifage four and wan.
Get up, he cries, my crifhy Jove,
Support my finking Oiui
With ibmething that is fit to rhew,
Bet either het or caul.
This is the how and hunfrr\ hour,
When the beft cures for grief
Are cogue -fous of thy Mhy kail,
And a good junt of beef*
Oh Watty, Watty, Madge replies,
I but oer juftl) trowc!
Your lore was thowle^s and that ye
For cakr*end pudding woocl.
Bethink the*, Watty on that night,
Wh»n all were Mt afleep,
How ye kifs'd me frae cheek to cheek
Now leave thefe cheeks to dreep,
How coud ye ca mv hurdies fat,
And comfort of \ our fight?
How cou *d ye rooft my dimple^ hand,
Now all my dimples flight?
Why did you promife me a {hood,
To bind my locks fae brown?
Whv did you roe fine garters height,
Yet let my hole fa* down!
O faithlefs Watty think how aft
I mend your farks and hofel
For you how many bannocks ftov>n,
How many cogues of brofe:
But hark! the kail bell rings and I
Maun gae link aff the pe t;
Come foe, ye iiaih, how fair I fweat,
To ftegh your guts, ye fot,
The grace was faid,the Maffer ferv'd,
Fat Madge return 'd again,
%'th Watty raife and rax'd him fell,
And fidgci be was fie fain.
He hy'd him to the favoury bench,
WThere a warm haggies ftood,
And gart his gdoly thro' the bag
Let out its fat hearts blood.
And thrice he cry 'd,come eat,dear Madge
Of this cfelicious fare;
■Syne claw (J it aff moft clever fy.
Till he could eat nai mair.
H ive you any Pots or Pans r
•See another set of this Tune Vol. if ?age 24
am a tinker to my trade And new _ ly come frae Kl?nde?s. As
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scant of sailor as of grace, Dis _ banded, weV a had run' Ga
"\ ,fl1 f},fl ' "^ °* tHe place, I'm come to clout her ^IdrmT
Madam, if you have wark for mr.
i'll do*t to your contentment,
An<i dinna care a single iiie
f'or any man's resentment;
►«r lady fair, though I appear
To tvry ane a tinker,
v<t to yoiirseM I'm bauld to tell,
I am a Lentil [inker.
Love Jupiter into a n
Turn'd for his lovely l.eda;
lf< lik*- a bull o'er meadow*; ran,
To carry aff Curopa.
Then may not I, as well as he,
To cheat your Argus blinker,
And win your love like mighty Jove,
Thus hide me in a tinkler.
.Sir, ye appear a cunning man,
But this fine plot \ ou'll fail in,
M»r there is neither pot nor pan
Ot mine you'll drive a nail in.
Then bind y our budget on your back,
And nails up in y our apron,
Kor I've . a tinkler under tack
I hat's us'd to clout my caldron.
Now bank an brae.
5Joi
<3*21 ^ow °ank an> ^rae are claithcl rn green an fcattcrc!
cowf-lips fweet-ly iping by Gir_van* f»i ty haun ted
9 V- -r
w*r
r^Jfjj j.iritfryj
S
ft r riic
fek-J . r i
hirdi<
m
3S 1 f it on wanton wing ( ai^i 11 is banks
*hen
ceding fain there my Ma_rv 3«t me flee there catch her
yv/ :i l... _fT~„ ... v- k ki;„v * VI.. ,T*
The chield wha boafts o warlds walth,
la after) laird o* meikle care;
hut Mary she is a' min<5 ain,
Ahl Fortune canna gie me mairl
Then let me range by CalfilljjB banks,
V\i' her the Jaffie dear to me,
And catch her ilka glance o' love,
The bonny blink o* Marys ee .
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Ae day a braw wooer, &C#.
A weel stocket mailen himsel o*t the laird,
An* bridal aff han' was the proffer,
I never loot on, that I ken a" or 1 car'd,
But thought I might get a waur offer.
He spake o* the darts o* my bonny black een,
. An* o for my love he was diein;
I said, he might die when he liket for Jean,
The gude forgie me for liein*.
But what do ye think, in a fortnrght or less,
(The ditls in his taste to gae near her)
He's down to the castle to black cousin Kess,
Think how the jade I cou'd endure her.
An a* the nicst ouk as I freted wi' care,
I gade to the tryst o' Dulgarlock;
An wha but my bra* fickle wooer was there,
VV'ha glowrci as if he'd seen a warlock.
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539
Out owre my left shouther I gie*d him a blink,
Lest neighbour shoud think I was saucy;
My wooer he caperd as heel been in drink.
An vow*d that I was a dear lassie.
I Spier'd for my cousin, fu* couth ie an* sweet,
An if she'd recover'd her hearing
An how . my auld ft shoon fitted her shachefd feet
Gude saf * us how he fell a swearin*.
He beggrJme for gudesake that I'd be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow;
An* just to preserve the poor bodie /in life,
I think I will wed him to morrow.
•3* An ok! lover.
To the Foregoing Tune,
^ I ''HE Queen o' the Lothians cam cruisin to Fife
Fal de ral, lal de ral, lairo, -
To see gin a wooer wad tak her for life,
Sing hey, fal laj de ral, lal de ral, lal de ral,
He), fal lal de ral, lairo.
She had na been lang at the brow o* the hill, Fal <^c
Till Jockie cam downfor to visit LochrieJI, Sing hey, fal *£r.
He took the aunt to the ncuk o' the ha*, Fal ffce.
Whare naebody heard, and whare nae body saw, Sing hr: fal Ace.
Madam, he says, l*ve thought on your advice Fal &c.
1 wad marry your niece, but I*m fley*d she'll be nice, Sing hey ft I
Jockie, she says, the wark*s done to your hand, _ Fal &c.
I've spoke to my niece, and. she's at your command, — Sing he) fiil&c.
But troth, Madam,! canna woo, _ Fal &c.
For aft I hae tried it, and ay I fa* thro* — Sing hey fal &c.
But,0 dear Madam, and ye wad begin _ Fal <tc.
For Tm as fley*d to do it, as it were a sin, _Sing hey fal %Zc.
Jenny cam in, and Jockie ran out, lal &c.
Madam, she says, what hae ye been srbout, — Sing hey fal &:c.
Jeiiny, she says, I've been workin for you, _ Fal tec.
Yor what do ye think, Jock ie's come here to woo, __Sing hey fal <V
Now Jenny tak care, and dash na the lad, Fal tec.
For offers like him are na ay to be had, _Sing hey fal tec.
Madam, i!ll tak the advice o* the wise, __Fal tec.
I ken the lad's worth, and I own he's a prize, _Smg hey Fal *£e.
Then she cries but the house, Jockie come here, — Fal Hie.
Ye've neathing to do but the question to spier, Sin^ hey fal tec.
The question was spier'd, and the bargain was struck, _ Fal te c.
The neebors cam in, and wish*d them gude luck, _ Sin^; hey fal tec.
Our houfe at hame, We're
a nod ^ din yfikt nid nod ._ din
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m
k y b 3 j J
we're a' nod - din at our houfc at hame/
Kate fits f the neuk,
iSuppin hen broo;
Deil tak Kate
An' fhe be na noddin tool
We're a' noddin fee.
Hows a* wT you, Ki mmer,
. And how do ye fare?
A (pint o' the beft o't,
And twa pints mair.
We're S noddin fee.
How b a' wi* ) ou, kimmer,
And how do ye thrive;
How mony bairns hae ye?
Quo' kimmer, I hae five,
We're a* noddin fe
Are they a* Johnys?
Ehl atweel no:
Twa o them were gotten
W[hen Johny was awa .
We're a' noddin fee.
Cats like milk
And doga like broo;
Lads like lafses wee I,
And lafges lads too.
We're a* noddin fee.
In Brechin did a wabster dwell.
6*1
41 In Krechin did a wabstcr dwell, Who was a man o fame o,
»are lie had a lus^ty jade, Kaith wtur<fy, stark, and sprang "Zl
lusty trusty skie^h y ounjj yad. An he had spar'd her tang o.
The wabster bade ht«» mare go work. They clipped her, and nipped her.
They tOr>k from her the skin;
The haunches, and the paunches,
They quickly brought them in:
Make haste, dame, said he,
And wash this grease, and dry't,
For ! will hazard on n :\ life,
Quoth *h^« I am not able,
Vnr neither gret ! < orn nor hav,
Vor stan i \ fn a «tabl« ;
Kut hunt* ir#>, and d<irjt* me.
And din&?x nit from tfe town,
And fell'* me 4 and Uj^me,
f am not wor?h my mom.
The wabster tworc a bloody oath.
And out he drew a knife.
If one word ron.e out of thy h» ;«<>,
I vow Til take thy life.
Tht: mart ay, for fear ay,
Jell fainting to the ground,
And trroan inland moaning,
Jell m a deadly swoon.
The doctor's wife . will buyY
They rumblcl her, they tumbfd her.
They shot her o*er the j)rae:
With rumbling, frnd tumbling,
•She to the ground did gae.
Hut the night being cauld,
And the mare wanting her skin,
And darkness came out o'er the land,
And fain wou*d she been in. &c,
Atr.&c.
542
Willys rare, and Willy's fair
rare, and Willys fair. And Willy's wond*_ rous
Stowish
b,pnni^> and Wi,!> he?ht t0 n,arr> me Sin e'€r he marry'd
■Yestreen 1 made my bed fu' brade, Or came you by yon meadow green*
The night I'fl make it narrow; Or saw you my sweet Willy?
lot a' the live lang winter's night
I lie twin'd of my marrow.
O came; you by y on water side,
Fu'd you the rose or (\\y;
She sought him east, she sought him nest)
She sought him brad and narrow;
Sine in the clifting of a craig.
She found him drowncf in Yarrow.
My Daddy left me 8Cc.
356'Vy* daddy left me gear "enough a cou _ter and an
auld beam plough a nebbed staff a nut?ing tyne a fishinj
Continued.
543
A hf mpken heckle, and a ^cl!,
A tar- horn, and a weather 8 hell,
A muck forVtantl an auld peet creel,
The spakes of our auld spinning wheel,
A pair of bran ks, yea, and a saddle,
With our auld brunt and broken laddie,
A whang-bit, and «nifOe-bit;
Chear up, my bairns, and dance a fit.
A flailing -staff and a timmer spit,
An auld kirn and a hols in it,
> am -winnles, and a reel,
A fetter -lock, a trump of steel,
A whistle, and a tup horn spoon,
With an auld pair of clouted shoon,
A timmer rpade, and a gleg shear,
A bonnet for my bairns to wear.
With an auld broken pan of brass.
With an auld sark that wants the arse.
An auld4>and,tfnd a hoodling how,
I hope, my bairns, ye're a weil now^.
Aft have I borne ye on my back,
Writh a* this riff-raff in my park;
And it was a* for want of gear,.
That irart me steal Mess Johns grey map
Hut now, my bairns, what ails ye now
Kor y e ha*e naigs enough to plow;
And hose and shoon fit for your feet*
Chear up, my bairns,and dinna greet.
A timmer tong.a broken cradle,
Hit pillions of an auld car-saddle,
A gullie-knife and a horse -wand,
A mitten for tnr- Ufr hand.
Then with mysel Ididarbise,
My daddy's tfear for to comprise;
Some neighbours I ca'd in to see
What gear my daddy left to me.
They sat three quarters of a year,
Comprizing, of my daddy's gear;
And when they had gi'en a* their votes,
Twas scarcely a' worth four pounds Boot*
Stern winter has left na
1lHH?te I Jl I, J l| ,
327 \* Stern winter has left us, the trees are in bloom,A£ cowslipefc
Slowjsh ^ I I I
Jccky Among the young lilies, my Jenny, iVe stray *d.
Finks, daisies, and woodbines T bring to my maid;
Here's thyme sweetly smelling, and lavender gay,
A posy to form for my Queen of the May.
A hi Jocky, I fear you intend to beguile.
When seated with Molly last night on a siile.
You swore that you'd love her for ever and ay,
Forgetting poor Jenny, your Queen of the May.
Jorky Young Willy is handsome in shepherds green dress.
He gave you these ribbons that hang at your breast.
Besides three sweet kisses upon the new hay;
Was that dorle like Jenny, the Queen of the Ma}'?
Jenny This garland of roses no longer I prize,
Since Jocky, false hearted, his passion denies:
Ye flowers so V) looming, this instant decay.
For Jennys no longer the Queen of the May.
Jock^* Believe me, dear maiden, your lover you wrong,
Your name is for ever the theme of my song;
from the dews of pale eve' to the dawning of day,
I sing but of Jenny* my Queen of the May.
Jenny Again, balmy comfort with transport I view.
My fears nre all vanished since jocky is true;
Then to our blyth shepherds the news I'll convey,
t hat Jenny alone you've crown'd Queen of the May.
Jocky Come all }e young lovers, I pray yiu draw near,
Avoid all suspicion, whate're may appear;
Believe not your eyes, lest your peace they betray.
Then come, my dear Jenny, and hail the new May.,
Jenny
Stern winter has left ns. Second Sett.
Jenn\ .
528^* StCTn 1%in-tcr has left us, the trees are in
Jen^ny I've stray'd, Pmksj daisies, and woodbines I bring to my
m
546
Ah Mary sweetest imid.
k\e are drowmJ oiy house is down my last vhtcp lits a math the snaw.
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Continued .
»> He
Ye canna thole the wind and rain, Pardon love' twas a' a snare
Nof wander friendless far frae hame: The flocks are safe .we needna part:
Cheer cheer y/>ur heart some richer swam, I'd forfeit, them and ten times mair,"
Will soon blot out lost Willies name. S To clasp thee. Mary, to my heart. '
She She
I'll tak my bundle in my hand Could ye wi* my feelings sport,
And wipe the dew^drap frae my ee; Or doubt a heart sae warm and true?
Ill wander w,'ye o'er the land, T should wish mischief on ye for'f
11 Vcnturc wlVe o'er the fea. But canna wish ought ill to ) on. '
.Anna, thy Charms my bosom fire.
^are^ But ah, how bootless to admire, When fat ed to des pair
Written for this Work bv Hobert Burns
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531
Thy cheek is o* the rosea hue,
Vhy cheek is o* the roses hue, My on_!y joe and
dfcari&'O, Thy neck is like the silkier dew up- on the
bank sue brier „ ie 0{ Thy teeth are o* the i^vo^ry, O
* sweets the twink^le o* thine eV, Nae joy nae pleasure
i
1
Minks on me, My on iy toe and dear_ie O
The birdie sings upon the thorn
ha sang o* joy fu' cl^eerie, O.
Rejoicing in the simmer morn,
Nat care to mak* it eerie Oi
Rut little kens the Gangster sweet
^ti'^ht o* the care T hae to meet.
That gars Bay restles bosom beat,
Mv only joe and dearie, O.
Whan we war bairnies on yon brae,
And youth was blinkin' bory Ol"
A/( vv< wad daff the Icelang dfay,
Om |<»vs fu* sweet and monie Ol
Aft L wad chace thee o'er the lee,
And. round about the thornie tree,
Or pu* the wild -floners a* for thee,
Mv only joe and dearie Ol
I hae' a wish I canna tine
*Mang a* the cares that grieve n e O.
A wish that thou wert ever uune.
And never mmr to leave me O.
Then I wad daut thee night and da\ ,
Nor it her war*fy care Had hae
Till life's warm stream forgot to play,
M\ only roe and dearie Oi
O ay my wife shr dang me.
Some sairie comfort still at last.
When -a thir days are dont, man,
My pain* o' hell on earth is past,
I'm sure o* bliss aboon man
O ay a:y~' wife she
533
Come under my plaidy.
< Come under my plaidy, the ni,
ghti gaen to fa; Come
» ■ f-
Livclv
§E*=I
in frae the cauld blaft, the drift and
the fnaw; Come
my plaidy, and lye down be-fide me; Th
ere 8 room in t
m
be down beflde me I'll hap ye frae evry cauld blaft that will
^ ro
om mt dear lafsie be
^ iRve me t<
Jr twa.
» — , —
Continued.
*Gae *wa wt your plaidyi auld Donald gae* wa!
'I fear na the cauld blaft, the drift, nor the fnaw.
'Gae wa wi* your plaidyi 1*11 no lye befide ye,
Ye may be my gutchard, auld Donald gae'wa.
*I m ga'en to meet Johnny, he's young and he's bonny,
Hes, been at Megs bridal, fou trig and fou brawl
'O there's nane dance fae lightly, fae gracefu* fae tighth
His cheeks like the new rofe, his brow*s Jike the fnaw.
"Dear Marion Jet that flee ftick faff to the wa,
"Your Jock s but a gowk, and has naething ava,
The haill o his pack he has now on his back,
He b thretty, and I'm but threefcore and twa .
"Be frank now and kindly, 1*11 buflc you aye finely;
At kirk or at market they 11 few gang fae braw;
A btin houfc to bide in, a chaife for to ride in.
And flunkies to tend ye as aft as ye ca\
'My father's ay tell'd me, my mither and a*,
'Ye'd mak a gude hufband, and keep me ay braw,
Its true I loo Johnny he's gude and he's bonny,
'Hut waes mei je ken he has naething ava!
4l hae little tocher, you've made a gude offer,
4 I'm now mair than twenty, my time is but fma'
Sae gfeme your plaidie, 1*11 creep in befide ye,
T thought ye'd been aulder than threefcoYe and twa*.
.She crap in ayont him, befide the ftane wa*
Whar Johnny was lift'ning and heard her tell a\
The day was appointed, his proud heart it dunted,
And ftrack gainft his fide as if burfting in twa.
He wandered hame weary, the night it was drear) !
And thowlefs, he tint his gate deep mang the fnaw.
The Howfet was fcreaming, while Johnny cried,*' Women
"VVa'd marry auld nick if he'd keep them ay bra'.
"O the dee Is in the lafses! they gang now fae bra',
They'll K-.down wi* auld men o* fourfcore and twa,
I he haill o* their marriage, is gowd and a 'carriage,
"Plain love is the cauldeft blaft now that can blaw!
Tint We them i canna nor marry I winna
**Wif on> daft lafsie. tho' fair as a Queen,
I il l love hae a {hare o't, the never a hair o't
Shall gang in my wallet at morning or e'en!*
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Come follow, follow me.
534 r
Come follow, follow o r, ye fairy elves that be, Com»
follow me your Queen And trip it oer the green; Hand
?,j rr c gf
PP
hand we'll dance around because this place is f .irv ground hand in
i
land we'll dance around, Kecause this plare is fairy ground.
When mortals are at rest,
\nd snoring in th ir nest;
Uriheed, and unespv^.
Through key holes we do glide,
Over tables, stools and shelves,
We trip it with our Fairv elves.
And if the house 4ic ton!,
With platter, dish or bowl,
Cp stairs we nimbly creep,
And find the sluts asleep;
Then we pinch their arms and thigh*
None us hcars,and none us spies.
But if the house be swept,
And from uncJeannesfi k<pf,
We praise the hous' hold maid,
And surely she is paid;
Every night before we go,
We drop a teeter in her shoe.
Then oer a mushroom's head
Our table-cloth we spread,
\ <tr$ ;.\* or be."'-
The diet that wx eat .
Pearly drops of dew we drink.
In acorn cups filfd to the brink.
The brain of nightingales.
With unctious fat of snails,
Between tw~o cockles stew'd.
Is meat that's eas'K chew'd,
And brains of worms 61 marrow of mice
Do make a feast that 8 wondrous nice.
The grasshopper, gnat and fly.
Serve for our minstr«ls>.
Grace said, we dance a while.
And so the time beguile;
But if the moon doth hide her head.
The glow-worm lights us., home to bed*
O er tops of dewy grass "
So nimbly we do pass.
The young and tender stalk;
Ne'er bends' where we do *-alk;
Yet in the morning may be seen,
Where we Ki^h* before kave been*
Lord Thomas and fair Annet.
an
Lord Thomas faid a word in jeft,
Fair Annet took it ill;
A. I will never wed a wife
Againft my ain friends will.
Qif ye will never wed a wife,
A wife will nc*er wed yee.
Sae he is hame to tell bis mither,
An* knelci upon his knee:
O rede, O rede, mither, he lays,
A gude rede gie to me.
O fall I tak the nut-browne bride,
And let fair Annet be**
lie rede ye tak fair Annet, Thomas,
And let the browne bride alane.
Left ye fould figh, and fay, Alas
What is this we brought hame?
NTo, I will tak my mithers counfel,
And marrie me out o' hand,:
And I will tak the ^ut-brown* bride,
Fair Annet may leave the land.
Cp then rofe fair Annets father
Twa hours or it wered&V,
And he is gane into the bower
Wherein fair Annet lav
The nut-brown e bride hasr gowd & gear, Rife up, rife up, fair Annet, he fays,
Fair Annet flic's gat nane, Put on your filken fteene,
And the little bewtie fair Annet has, Let us gae to St Maries kirk*,
O it will foon be gane. And fee that rich weddeij
And he has to his brither gane, My maids- gae to my dre&ng-room,
Now, brither, rede ye me, And drefs to me my hair,
A. fall I marrie the nut-browne bride, Whair ere ye laid a plait before,
And let fcir Annet he}. See ye "lay ten times mair.
The nut -browne bride has oxen, brother, My maids , gae to my dreffmg-roon
ike hut~browne bride has kye, And drefs to me my fmock,
I wad hae ye marrie the nut-browne bridcjhe one half is o' the holland fine,
And oait fa* Annet by . The other o needle-work
Her oxen may dye i' the houfe,Bi!lie,
And her kye into the djtc,
And 1 fall hae naething to myfcU
hut a fat fadge by the fyre.
And he has till his fifter gane:
Now, fifter, rede ye me,
O Tall I marrie the nut-browne bride,
And fet fair Annet free?
The horfe fair Annet rade upon*
He amblit like the wind,
Wr filler he was fhod before,
Wi' burning gowd behind. .
Four~and -twenty filer bells
Werera tied till his mane,
Wi* yae tift o' the norland wind.
They tinkted ane by ane.
Over
0^ t
Continued.
Ibur -and twenty g&y ^udc knights
Bade by fair Annttk fide,
And four and twenty fair ladies,
As £rm fhe had bin a bride.
And whun (he cam to Maries, fcirke,
She fat on Maries ftean, vi
The cf lading that fair Annet had on
h fkinkled in their een.
And uhan (he cam into the kirke,
Sh£ iklmmer'd like the fun.
The belt that was aboute her waift
Was a* wi'pearles bedone.
She fat her by the nut-browne bride,
And her een they wer fae clear,
Lord Thomas he clear forgat the bride,
When fair Annet drew near.
He had a rofe into his hand,
He gae if knsfes three,
And reaching by the nut-browne bride,
Laid it on fair Anneta knee.
Cpthen fpak the nut browne bri'de,
She fpak wi' meikle fpite,
And whair gat 5"fe that rofe-water
That does mak yee fae white?
O T did get the rofe-water
Whair ye wtifl neir get nane,
for J did get that very rofe -water
Into my mithers wame.
I he bride fhe drew a long bodkin
Frae out her gay head gear.
And ftrake fair Annet unto the heart,
That word fpak never mai:.
Lord Thomas faw fair Annet wax pale,
And marvelit what mote bee,
But whan he faw her dear hearts blude.j
A* wood wroth wexed hee.
He drew his dagger that was fae fharp, j
That was fae iharp and meet.
And dravc it in to the nut broune bride, [
That fell deid at his feit .
I
Now fray for me, dear Annet, he faid.
Now ft ay, my dear, he cryd;
Then ftrake the dagger until his heart,
And fell deid by hir fide.
Lord Thomas was bury*d without kirk-wa
Fair Annet within the quic-re;
And o'. the tane thair grew a birlr,.
The other a bonny briere.
And ay they t&r-w, and ay they threw.
As they .w^'cl faine be neare,
And by thfs ye may ken right weil,
Tjhey wer twa luvers deare.
William and Margaret.
glfrJflJfrf 'J f H ^jH
^336 ~S Twas at the fi lent fojemn hour when night and morn _ ing
Slow
mttt; In glided Marg'rets grimly gftkrft and ftood at Williams feet Her
Continned.
6 5-5
So ifhall the faireft face appear "Why did you fay my lips was fweet,
When youth and years are flown, "And made the fcarlet pale?
Such is the robe that Kings muft wear "And why did I, young witlefs maid!
When Death has reft" their crown. "Believe the flattering tale? „
Her bloom was like the fpringing flowr "That face, alas! no more ^ . fair,
That fips the filrer dew; "Thofe lips no longer red:
The rofe was budded in her cheek, "Dark are my eyes, now closcf in death,
Juft opening to the view. "And every charm is fled.
But love had.iike a canker- worm. "The hungry worm my fifter is;
Confum'd her early prime. "This winding fheet I wear;
The rofe grew pale, and left her cheek; "And cold and weary lafts our night,
.She dy'd before her time. "Till that laft morn appear, (hence;
Awake! fhe cry 'd, "thy true love calls, "Hut, hark! the £Ock has warnd me -
'Come from her midnight graven "Along and late adieu!
Now let thy pity hear the maid "Come lee,falie man! how low (he lies
Thy love refus*d to fave. "Who d\*d for love of youV "
This is the dumb and dreary hour The lark fung loud,the morning unifd
When injur cl ghofts complain, With beams of rely red;
"When yawning graves give up their dead Pale William quak'd in every limb',
"To haunt the faithlefs fwain. And raving left his bed.
"Bethink thee, William! of thy fault, He hy'd him to the fatal place
*Thy pledge and broken oath, Where Margrets body' lay, (turf
And give me back my maiden Vow, And ftretch'd him on the green grafs
"And give me back my troth. That wrapp'd ner breathlefs clay. t
Why did you promife love to me, And thrice he call'd on MargVets name,
jAnd not that promife keep? And thrice he wept full fort^
Why did you fwear my eyes were bright, Then laid his cheek to her cold grave
JYet leave thofe eyes to weep? And word fpoke never, more.
^ How could you fay my face was fair, Such be the fate of vows unpaid,
And y et that face forfake? And. pledge of sacred lovel
tjHow could you win my virgin heart, < TfiV thry mty tempt the yielding »)*id„
Vet leave that heart to break. They re ngtuty-a above!
6-56
£37
What ails the lafses at rue.
oung b^che
} J;. J p a J J
lor w infome a farmer by rank degree and
Lively
iy few T fee gang out mair handfome to kirk or to mar_ket than me. Ive
bme to kirk or to mar_ktt than m«
3
if
ppp
outfight and infight and credit, And frae ony eelift T'm free T'm
p
r? \. f f r
^ wee I enough boarded and bedded, What ails a* the lafses at me
My bughts of good ftore are no (canty, O, if I kend how but to gain them.
My byrw? are well ftocked wi* kye, How fond of the knack wad I be.
Of meal i* my girnels is plenty, Or what an ad d re fs could obtain them.
An twa or three eafments forby. It fhould be twice welcome to me.
An horfe to ride out when they re weary, If killing an clapping wad pleafe them,
An* cock with the beft they can fee, That trade I fhould drive till I die;
An* then be ca'd dawty and deary, But, however I ftudy to eafe them,
f feirH what ails them at me. They've ftill an exception at me.
Behind backs, afore fouk Tve woo'd them,There*s wratacks,an cripples,an cranftiaks.
An* a* the gates o't that I ken, An a' the wandoghts that I ken,
An' when they leugh o* me I trow'd them, Nq fooner they fpeak to the wenches,
An* thought I had won, but what then; But they are taen far enough ben;
When I fpeak of matters they grumble, But when T fpeak to them,that*s ftately
Nor are condescending and free„ I find them ay ta'en with the gee,
But at my propofals ay ftumble, An* get the denial right flatly;
I wond< r what ails them at me. What, think ye, can ail them at me.
fVe try*d them baith highland <fc lowland, I have ^et but ae offer to mak- them,
Where i a good bargain coucJ fee. If they wad but hearken to me,
But nane o' them fand I wad fall in, And that is, I'm willing to tak them,
Or fay they wad buckle wi* me. If they their confent wad bwt gee;
Withjooks an wi*fcraps I ve addrc4s'dthem,Let her that's content write a billet.
Bern with them baith mode it ind frfee. An* get it tranfmittcd to me,
Bi f whatever I carefs'J thtm, I hereby engage to fulfil it.
There's fomething /'ill ails them at me. Tho* cripple, tho' blind (he fud be.
The fun in the weft .
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3(38 "S # Tne fun in the weft fas to reft in the e'en^in* ilk
p
i
Slow
r r
morning- blinks cheerfu ii-pon the green lee, But ah on the pillow o*
As the aik on the mountain refifts the blaft rain,
Sae did he the brunt o* the battle fuftaih,
I ill treach'ry arrefted his courage fae darin.
And laid him pale, lifejefs upon the drear plain.
Cauld winter the flower diverts o* it* cleidin,
in fimmer again it blooms bonny to fee;
But naething, alas! can ha'e my heart btefdin,
Drear winter remaining for ever wi* me.
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o58
Scroggam
Written for this Work by Robert Burns.
539 <
^/^Thcre was a wife wonnd in Cockpen,Scroggam She brewd gude ale for
Im
Stowifh
~n7 k 1
3
lay vou down by me ScrOffeam my deari<
gentlemen fing auld Cowl lay you down b>
toe
roggam my dearie, Ruffum.
The gudewife's dochter fell in a fever. They laid the twa i* the bed thegitherv
Soroggam; Scroggam, ^tither
The priest o* the parish fell in anither, That the heat o' the tane might cool the
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me, Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by mev
Scroggam* my Deariey ruffum. Scroggam, my Dearie, rtxffum. ^
() Toll me my bonny 8Ce.
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540
O tell ire my bonny young lafsie,0 tell me how for to woo; O
Slowifh
m
tell ri
ne n
lv
bo
nr
y fweef lafsie,0
tell me t
^e
way fc
►r to
eg
Wf
>o.
fay maun I roofe your red checks like the morning; lips like the
rofe when its rabiftencl wi* dew; And fay maun I roofe } our eens pauky
fr
Continued.
^9
0 far hae I wander a1 dear lafsie.
To fee thee fail'd the fait fea,
J ye travel d ocr muirlan an mountain,
An hou felefs Iain cauld on the lea;
1 never hae try'd yet, to raak' love to ony,
Never loe'd ony, till ance I loe'd you,
An now were alane in the greenwood fae bonny,
Now^tell me dear lafsie the way for to woo.
What care J, for your wandering, laddie,
Or yet for your failing the fea.
It was na for nought ye left Jeggv,
My tocher it brought ye to me;
An fay, hae ye goud for to bufk me ay gaudy,
Ribbons an pearlins an breaftknots enow,
A houfe that is canty, wi' plenifhin* plenty.
Without them, ye never need come for to woo.
I ha*e na€ goud to bufk ye ay gaudv,
Nor } et, buy ribbons enow,
1 brag not o* houfe or o* plenty,
But, f hae a heart that is true;
1 came na for tocher, I ne'er heard of ony,
^ Never lo ed Peggy, nor e er brak my vow;
I've wander'd, poor fool, for a face faufe as bonny;
e na ye roof cl my cheeks like the morning,
An roofci my cherry red mow,
YeVe come o'er the Sea* Muir, and Mountain,
What mair Johnny need ye to woo;
An far hae ye wander'd I ken, my dear laddie.
Now ye hae found me,ye've nae caufe to rue,
Wi' health we'll ha'e plenty, I'll never tfang gaudy,
i ne'er wifh'd for mair than' a heart that is true.
She hid her fair face in his bofom,
The tear filPd ilk lovers ee.
An fabbclby the fide o* the burnie,
While the mavis fang fweet on the tree;
He claff)'d her, he prefs'd her an cad her his honey,
Look'd in her face wi' a heart leel an true.
As aften (he fi^h'd an faid, my dear Johnny,
Nae body need tell the way for to woo.
660
O Mary turn awa
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r\ \/l . IT
SE
3
it
541 ^-jK O Mary turn a Iwa that bonny face o* thine O
Slowifh
i r i
e. Can
dinna dinna fhaw that breaft that never can be mine. Can
m
ought o' warlds gear e*er cool my bofoms care Ka
for ilka look o thine it only feeds defpair
Then Mary, turn awa*
That bonny face o' thine;
O dinna, dinna fhaw that breaft
That never can be mine I
Wi* love's fevereft pangs
My heart is laiden fair, (grow
An o'er my breaft the grafs maun
1C re 1 am free frae care]
Same Tune
"y^HAT ail* this heart of mine?
V/hat ails this watry ce?
What gars me ay turn cald as death,
Whan I tak* leave o* thee?
When thou art far awa
Thou'lt dearer grow to me.
Hut change o' fouk an change p* place,
May gar thy fancy jee ,
Then I'll fit down and moan,
Juft by yon fpreadin' tree,
An* gin a leaf fa* in my lap,
I'll ca't a word frae thee I
Syne 111 gang to the bower,
Which thou wi' rofes tied,
'Twas there by mony a blulbing bud
I ftrove my love to hide.
Ill doat on ilka fpot
Whar I ha'e been wi' thee
111 ca* to mind fome fond love taie
By evry burn an tree.
'Tis hope that cheers the mind,
Tho' lovers abfent be;
An wfir-n I think I fee thee ftill,
I think im ftill wi' thee.
Gude ale hauds me bare and busy,
Oars me moop wf the servant hiz/ie,
Stand i* the stool when I hae done,
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
O gude ale comes and gude ale goes,
Gude ale gars me sell Wy hose,
Sell my hose, and pawn wy shoon,
Gude ale keeps my heart aboon.
662
Robin shure in hairst
!horus Written for this Work by Kobert Burns
343 \* Ro - bin shure in hairst, I shure wf hi
Brisk
1 1 1 1 "1 1
Tint
heuk had 1, Yet I stack by him.
m
I l'4 1
Song
Was na Robin hem Id,
Tho* I was a cotter.
Play 'd me sic a trick
And me the Ellers dochter?
Robin shure fee.
Robin promis'd me
A' my winter vittle;
Fient haet he had but three
Goos feathers and whittle
Robin shure fee.
Wha wadna be in love 8Cc.
See another Set of this Tune Vol. if* Page 99
Lively
Continued.
663
Maggy, quoth he, and by my bags,
Fm fidging fain to see yoU;
Sit down by me, my bonny bird,
In troth I winna steer thee:
for Vm a piper to my trade,
My name is Kob the Ranter;
The lasses loup as they were daft
When I blaw up my chanter.
Piper, quoth Meg, hae you your bags,
Or is your drone in order?
W you be Rob, I've heard of you,
lave you upo* the border?
The lasses a\ baith far and near,
^ Have heard of Rob the Ranter;
HI shak my foot wi' right good will,
Gtf you'll blaw up your chanter.
Then to his bags he flew witn speed,
About the drone he twisted,
Meg up, and wallop'd o'er the green.
For brawly cou'd she frisk it.
Weeldone,quoth he; Play qp.CfucrtL she
Weel bob'd,quoth Rob the HaaLer.
'Tis worth my while to play indeed,
When I hae sic a dancer.
Wee I hae you play'd your part,quithMe!?
Your cheeks are like the crimson;
There's nane in Scotland plays s»e weel,
^ Since we lost Habby Simpson.
Fve liv*d in Fife, baith maid and wife.
These ten } ears and a quarter;
Gin you should come to Enster fair.
Spier ye for Maggy Lawder.
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A Cogie of ale, ancf a pickle ait meaL
k k
A cogie of ate and a pickle ait meal, And a dainty wte
Lively.
drappy of whisky was our fore fathers dose to swiel down their brose&
m
maV them blythe cheery an* frisky-. Then hey for the co-gie and
£
m
¥
hey for the ale .and hey for the whisky & hey for the meal; when mix'da* the
m
gether they do unco weeUjTo mak* a chield cheerv and brisk ay.
3p*
As 1 view our Scots lads, in their kilts and cockades,
A* blooming and fresh as a rose, man;
I think wi* myselj Ol the meal and the ale,
And the fruits of our Scottish kail brose, man.
Then hey for the cogie *£c.
When our brave highland blades, wi' their claymores and plaids,
in the field, drive, like sheep, a* our foes, man;
Their courage and pow'r, spring frae this, to be sure,
They're the noble effects of the brose, man.
Then hey for the cogie tic.
Hut y our spindle shank'd sparks, wha but ill set their sarks,
And y our pale visage! milksops, and beaus, man,
\ think when 1 see them, 'twere kindness to gie them,
A cogie of ale and of brose, man.
Then hey fcr the cogie &c.
The Dumfries Volunteer*.
Written for this Work by Robert Burns.
666
546
i
Does haughty
• Gaul in-v?
i
vafion threat, Then let the louns be
with Spirit,
5
5":
ware, Sir* There*® wooden walls u-pon our Ic-a^And ^btunteers -joh fhore^Su.
~-^~4- ..... -~_.fr„, <,■ I ■
i
The Nith fhall rin to Corstncon, The Criffel fink in Solway, F re
i
4*
Chorus
we permit a foreign foe, On Britifh ground to ra I _fy, We'll ne'er per
93*
nil
oiit a foreign fbe# On Btmf8* ground io ra! _ fy
r-p-r r r ifr
O let us not, like fnafltng curs,
In wrangling be divided,
Till, flapi come in an unco louo,
And wi* a rung decide it:
Be Britain ftilt to Britain true,
Amang ourfels united:
For never but by Bntiih hands
Maun Britifh wrangs be righted.
For never but &c.
The kettle o* the Kirk and State,
Perhaps a clout may fail int;
But deil a foreign tinkler loun
Shall ever ci a nail inV.
Our fathers blude the kettle bought
And *ha wad dare to fpoil it,
Bjs Heavens, the facrile^ious dog
Shall fuel be to boil iti
By Heavens, &ct
The wretch that would a Tyrant own,
And the wretch, his tine [Worn brother,
Who would let the Mob above the throne,
May they be damn'd together.
Who will not ftng^God l..ve the kinj»;
Shall hang as high's the fteepie;
But while we fmg,God fave the kii^,
We'll neer forget the People.
But while we fing fee.
5B6
He's dear dear to rne SCc.
gane for fee's dear dear to me tho he's far far frae me.
I ve been in the lowlands where they (hear the fh<<p,
An' up in the highlands where they pu the heather,
I ken a bonny ladie that to'es me weei,
But he's far far awa that 1 lo'e far better.
Bat I'll write a letter; an fend it to him,
An^ tell him he's dearer to me then ory,
An' ^that I've ay been forry, fen he gaed awa,
Tho he's far far away, jet he's dear dear to me.
If winter war' paft,an the fimmer come in,
When daifies an' rofes fpring fae frefh an bonny,
Then \ wi)i change my filfcs for a plaiddin coat,
An awa to the lad that is dear dear to me .
The blue bells of Scotland.
A little Lively
where
nd 77 where does y our highland laefdie dwell;
He dwells in merrv
fweetly fmeli and all in my heart I
love my laddie well.
O what lafsie what does your highland laddie wear,
O what lafsie what does your highland laddie wear,
A fcarlet coat and bonnet blue* with bonny yellow hair,
And none in the world can with my love compare.
O where and O where is your highland laddie gone,
O where and O where is your highland laddie gone,
He 8 gone to fight for George our King, and left me al! atone
tor noble and brave's my loyal hig'hlandman.
O what lafsie what if your highland lad be flain,
O what lafsie what if jour hi-hland lad' be (lain
O no true love will be his guard and bring him fafe again,
For I never could live without my highiandman.
O when and O when will your, highland lad come hame,
O when and O when will your highland lad come hame,
When e er the war is over he'll return to n*? with fame,
And I'll plait a wreath of flowVs for my lovely highiandman.
O what will y0u ciafu, fQr yQur conftancy to him,
O what will you claim for your conftancy to him,
I'll claim a Prieft to marry us, a Clerk to fay Amen,
And ne'er part again from my bonny highiandman.
568
Colin Cloot
^^^^^^^^^^^
W^w -Uaa an laf.ses mad; .Ah waes my heart had
cooft his glammir orr poor Coitn luck lefs lad
; gj i r j
p — i
Cruel Jenny, lack a dnifeyl
Lang had gart him grteet an grane
£olins pate was hafflins cra/y,
Jenny laughci at Cofins pain,
Siawly up his duds he gathers,
Slawly, flawly trudges out,
What is this? cries Colin glowVin*
Glaiked -like, a* round about,
Jenny, this is paft endurin;
Ejeath maun eafe poor Colin Clout.
\ the night I tofs an tummle,
Never can I clofe an e'e
An* frae the fauld he drives his weddersAn a' the day I grane an grummlc.
Happier far than Colin Clout. Jenny, this is a* for thee.
Now the fun, raise! frae his nappie,
.Set the Orient in a low,
Drinkin, ilka glancing drappie,
r the field, an aV the knowe.
Many a birdie, fweetly fingin,
Flaffer'd brifkly round about;
An mony a dainty flowrie fpringin,
V were bl) the but Colin Clout.
Ye*ll hae nane but farmer Patie,
Caufe the fallows rich I trow,
Ablins, tho* he fhou'd na cheat je,
Jenny, ye'll hae caufe to rue.
Auld, an,gJjEyd, an crooked -backed.
Siller bought at fie a price.
Ah! Jenny, gin ye lout to-tak* it,
tok will fay yeVe no o'er nice. £c.&c
Tiv nae very lang finiytie.
^69
o the tocher That 3 taen my lad . cfie a
wa.
And 1*11 keep it a* my life,
tntil that I meet wi* a lacJ
Wha has fenfe to wale a good wife
>or though Jfayt myfell,
That fhou*d nae fay t, tis true,
The lad that gets me for a wife,
Hell ne'er hae occafion to rue;
I fringny f0u clean and fou tofh,
As a' the neighbours can tell;
As blyth as I weel can be;
For ane that's fae keen o the filler
Will never agree wi* me.
But as the truth is, Vm hearty,
f hate to be fcrimpit or fcant;
The wie thing I hae, I'll mak ufe o\,
And nae ane about me Oinll want,
for I'm a good guide o the warld,
I ken when to ha'd and to gie;
Though IV* f iS ' 1 Ken when to had and *«
But fic as ! /pin myfell.
And when I am clad in- my coutfey,
I think myfell as braw
As Sufie, wi» a' her pearling
That's tane my laddie a wa\
Will never agree wi* me
Contentment is better than riches,
An* he wha has that has enough;
The matter is fetdom fae happy
But I u-ifk „ . , . , As Ronin that drives the plough.
O once I lov'd
551 - tjft O once I iwd a bon _ nie lafa, An* aye !
love her ftiM an whilft that vir_tue warms
Ci.
h —
Yf^* E=
<f breaft I'll
love ni\ hand- _fome Nell.
i ^jfi r j I, jijh
^» bonnw lafses I hae feen,
And irony full as braw.
But for id o deft gracefu* nie in
'Yh* lik* I never faw.
•She drefses ay fae clean and neat.
Both decent and genteel;
And then there* fomethin^ in her f&it
Oars onv drefs look wee!.
A bonny lafs I will confefs,
Is pl<nfant to the ee.
Hut without fome better qualities
Sh«*s no a lafs for me.
A jjaudy drefs and gentle air
May flight I) touch the heart,
But its innocence and modefty
That polifhes the dart.
Hut Helty s looks are blythe and fweet,Tis this in Nelly pleafes me.
And what is beft of a\ 'Tis this enchants my foul;
Htr r/|>uUtion is coapleat, For abfolutelyin my breaft
And f ur without a flaw; She reigns without controul.
When I think on my lad,
Continued',
Love fpeers na advice
Of parents o*er wife.
That have but ae bairn like me,
That looks upon oafh,
As naething but trafh,
That (hackles what ftould be frer
And tho* my dear Sad
No ae penny had,
•Since qualities better has he;
Vbcit Vm an Heircfo,
1 think it but fair is.
To love him fince he love* me.
Then, my dear Jamie,
To thy kind Jeanie,
Haffe.hafte thee in oer the fia.
To her wha can find
Nae cafe in her mind.
Without a blyth fi^ht of thee.
Tho' my dadd\- forbad,
And my minnv forbad,
forbidden I will not be;
For fince chou alone
My favour halt won,
Nant elfe fhail e*cr get it for trie.
Yet them Vtl not grieve.
Or without their leave,
<iie ny hand as a wife to thee:
Be content with a heart.
That can mverdtfert,
Till they ceafe To oppofe or be.
My parents m:,\ prove
Ytf fr'nr\<i to our low,
V> hen our firm refolves thf\ ft i :
Then 1 with pleafwrr
VSiII \ield up my rr<af:,rr.
And a' th**t lt>vt; ord» r«s .4^ thee-.
Return hameward
To what effect Oiould thou be thrall?
Be happy in thine ain free will,
My heart, be never beftial,
But ken wha does thee good or ill,
At ha me w ith me then tarry ftlll,
And fee wha can beft play their paws,
And let the filly fling her fill,
For fint a crum of thee fhe fawg .
Tho* fhe be fair I will not fen*ie,
Shc-» of a kind with mony mae;
For why they are a hllon men/ie
That feemeth good and are not fae.
My heart, trtkc neither fturt nor wae
For Meg, for Marjory, or Maufe,
But be thou bJyth,and let her gae,
For fint a crum of thee (he faws.
He member, how that Medea
Wild for a fight of j*ft;n vied,
^'member how that • oung < 'ri ffjd:4
Wt Tu>ilii« for Diomelcfr"
Remember Helen as we read,
Brought Troy frOm biifs unto bare was;
Then let her gae where (he may fpeed.
For fint a crum of thee fhe faws.
Becaufe fhe faid 1 took it ill,
for her depart my heart was fair.
But was beguii'd; gae where (he will,
Befhrew the heart that firft takes care.
But be thou merry late and air,
This is the final end and claufe,
And let her feed and foullv fair
For fint a crum of thee fhe faws.
NTeV dunt again within my breaft,
Nc er let her flights thy courage fpi 11,
Nor gie a fob altho* fhe fneeft,
She* faireft paid that gets her will
SheV geek as gif I mean'd her ill,
When fhe glaicks paughty in her brows; •
Sow let her fnirt and fyke her fill.
For. fint a crum of thee fhe faws.
My L^civ* gown there*? gairs opou't.
Chorus Written for this Work by Hobert Burns.
57*
fm err
*334"^ * My ^af*y*8 gown there's gairs upon t And go wd en flowers s;
Lively
i r i r u t
rare u_pon*t; But Jen _ny*s jimps and jir. ktnct .'Mj Lord thinks
meikle mair upon t. My Lord a hunting he , is gane. But
I ; r u r i r
j [.if f~T^
hounds or hawks wi* him are name by Colin's cotS'tage
1 r i i~rr~T
My Lady's white, my Lady's red Sac sweetly move her genty limbs,
And kith and kin o* Casstllisfctude, Like music-notes o* Lovers hymns:
But her tenpund lands o* tocher gude The diamond-dew in her ten s.»o blur
Wer* a the charms his Lordship, loed. Where laughing love sae wanton swtB)«
My Lady's gown fcc. My Lady's gown
Out oer yon moor, out oer yon' moss, My Lady's dink, my Lady's dresl »
Whare gor-cocks thro? the heather pass, The flower and fancy o' the west;
There wons au Id Co tin's bonie lass, But the Lassie that man loes best,
A My in a wilderness, O that's the Lass to mak him blest.
My Lady • gown ttc, My Lady s gown *c.
5T»
May Morning.
&53<f* T^ Ky '^fhs and (hephcTds are met on the grcen Y\ith garland* to
bed Jo illumine the dew drops that \ef .per had fhl£
I>iri»a thihkjK>nie Lafsie Fm gaun to leave jou.
0 dinna think bonis Lafsie I
s
m gaun to leave tou.Dinna think
bonie Lafsie I'm gaun to leave you, Dinna think bo_nie lafsfe I'm'
gam. to leave you; Hi tak' a ftick in.to my hand an* come al
Stow
gain an fee you. ■ Far\r the gate ye hae tb ga% dark, the
^^^^^
Continued,
676
l rn i ■ W * i ^ ^
C ftay this ae
rT* ' ' " *~— *
g=g J'. / J;/lj-J
night wi* j our love, an 4inn.
i gang an leave me.
r n f J- E=*g
Brifk.Its but a night an' ha'f a day that Til leave my dearie.
But a night an ha*f a day that PH leave my dearie,
But a night an* ha'f a day that PI1 leave my deari*-.
When e'er the fun gaes weft the loch, Pi! come again an fee thee,
>low. Dinna gang my bonie lad, dinna gang an leave me,
Dinna gang my bonie lad, dinna gang an leave me.
When the lave are found afleep lam dull an eerie.
An a* the lee lang night I'm fad, hi* thinkin on my dearie,
BriflcO Dinna think bonie lafsie iVn gaun to leave you,
Dinna think bonie lafsie I'm gaun to leave you,
Dinna think bonie lafsie Pm gaun to leave you,
When e'er the fun gaeS out o' fight Pit come- again an fee you,
Slow. Waves are rifmg o'er the fea, winds bla loud an' fear me.
Waves are rifmg oer the fea, winds bla loud an' fear me.
While the waves an winds do roar, I am wae an dreary.
An gin ye loe me as ye fay, ye winna gae an leave me.
Brifk.O Never mair bonie lafsie ~w1lM>ang an leave thee,
Never mair bonie lafsie will I gang an' leave thee.
Never mair bonie lafsie will I gang an' leave thee,
E en let the warld gae as it will.PU ftay at hame an' cheer thte;
Slow. *rae his hand he cooft the ftick. 1 winna gang an leave thee.
Threw his plaid into the neuk, never can 1 grieve thee,
Drew his boots an' flan** them by, cry el my lafs be cheerie,
I il kifa the tear frae aff thy cheek, an never Ieav« mv dearie.
57«
557
O ^'in I were fairly shot o* her
her {'Arty- fairly fairly shot o her.
t ■ i rp
he were dead I wad
O gin I were fair _. ly shot o* her if she were dead I wad
n
prayed for a weight to her O gin 1 were tair-lv shot o her.
Nane o* her relations or fricn's cou*d st:<v wt*her
The neighbours and bairns, are fain to fly frae her.
An* I my ain sell is forc't to gie way tiU her
O irin t were fairly &c
She gangs aye sae braw, she's sae nucleic pride in her
There's no a goodwife in the haill country side like her
Wi* dress an* wi* drink the d -1 wadna bide wi* her
O gin f wer* fairly *£c.
If the time tonjuu) but come that to the kirk gate wi* her
Ah into the yerd I'd niak my soil quit o' her
Td then be as bKih as first when I met wi* her
O gin I were fairly fcc.
Hey my kitten my kitten
577
Chicky,cockow, my lily cock;
, See, fee, fie a downy}
Gallop a trot, trot, trot,
And hey for Dublin towny.
This pig went to the market;
Squeck moufe, moufe, moufy;
Shoe, fhoe, fhoe the wild colt,
And hear thy own dol doufv.
Good-morrow, a pudding is broke',
Slavers a thread o* cryftal*
Now the fweet pofset comes up;
Who faid my child was pifs all?
Come water my Sickens, come clock
Leave off or hell crawl you^he'll crawl you;
Come,gie me your hand, ane 1*11 beat dim;
Wha was it vexed my baby?
Where was a jewel and petty,
VVhere was a fu^ar and fpicy;
Hufh a b;iba in a cradle,
And v\e"ll go abroad in a tricy,
Did a papa torment it?
Did.e vex his own baby?did-e?
Hulh a baba in a bofie;
Take ous own fucky: did.e?
Where was a laugh. and
craw ;
Where was- a gigling honey?
Good;-, good child lhall be fed
Kut nrvqghty child fhalt get nonv
Get ye gone,raw-head.and bl«*ody bones
Here is a child that wont fear ye.
Con e pifsy,pif*y, my jewel,
And ik, ik ay, my deary.
Sweetest May.
Written for this Work by Hobejct Burns.
Proof o* shot to Birth or Mone};,
Not the wealthy, but the bonie;
Not high-born, but noble-minded,
In vLove*8 silken band can bind it.
Argyll is my name*
Continued.
679
Yli toast upon bannocks o barley -meal.
r 'Vf-^
Adieu to the courtie of London town,
For to my ain country I will gang down;
At the sight of Kirkcakj^ ance again,
I'll cock up my bonnet, and march amain.
O the muckle de'il tak a* your noise and strife,
I'm fully resolv'd for a country life,
Where a* the bra* lasses, wha kens me well,
Wilt feed me wi* bannocks o* barley-meal.
I'll quickly lay down my sword and ny gun,
And I'll put my plaid, and my bonnet on,
W7i* my plaiding stockings and leather- heefd shoon;
Thcv'U mak me appear a fine sprightly loon.
And when I am drest thus frae tap to tae,
Hame to my Maggie I think for to gae,
Wi* my claymfire hanging down to my heel,
To whang at the bannocka o' barley meal.
I'll buy a fine present to -bring to my dear,
A pair of fine garters for Maggie to wear.
And some pretty things else, I do declare.
When she gangs wi' me to Paisley fair.
And whan we are married we'll keep a cow.
My Maggie sail milk her, and T will plow:
We'll live a' the winter on beef and lang-kail,
And whang at the bannocks o* barley- meal.
If my Maggie should chance to bring me a, son,
He's fight for his King, as his daddy has done;
I'll send him to Flanders some breeding to learn,
Syne hame into Scotland and keep a farm.
And thus we'll live_ and industrious-.be,
And whaHl be fae great as mv Magt^e and m«%
We'll soon grow as fat as a Norway seal,
Wi* feeding on bannocks 6* barley-meal. &c. feci
5BO
An* I'll awa to bonny TWeeci-fidc
m
56X t * ^ a-w:i to bonny Tweed -fide And fee try dearie, come
Lively
mm
hate to lead apes be _ low. While young an fair 1*11
m<
ike it 11
y 1 -w W-^-J
ly care to fe
» m
-4
C
ure my ft
lima
jo; I'm
no fie a
& —
— —
0
1
S —
4^ — —
fool to let iry blood cool an fyne to lead apes
Few words bonny lad
Will eithly^perfuade,
Tho* blueing L daftly fay no
Oae on with your ftrain
And doubt not to garn,
For 1 hate to lead apes below.
Urtty'd to a man,
f)o whatever we can,
Wc never can thrive or dow.
Then I **iH do well.
Do better what will,
And lit tkeui Lead apes below.
Our time is precious,
And gods are gracious
That beauties upon us beftow
*Tis not to be thought
We got them for nought
Or /to be fet up for a fhow.
'Tis carried by votes.
Come kilt up your coats
And let us to Edinburgh go,
Where fhe that's bonny
May catch a Johny,
And never lead apes below.
Gently bliw 8Ce
581
v562"S * C3mtl\ blaw }e eastern breeds, Hide )our piercing
Slow
breath like store An' cauH Decern _ br r frost that freezes
(torus w
Krae the fair maid I adore. O she's bonny bon_ny bonnj
O she's bon . m and swtet to see lair the bud art'
r— J
is
blossom Ave the bhthe blinks in her cf .
Wae winters scoure, *h< simmer torn cut Keds her cheek, and sweets her feature
Hoarymists that point the air Gfertcin nn like ditnaondM bri^l i
f'rae yrief o mind that aft does foment Handsome shape, the choice o nature
Making life a drean care Wonder o'tfoe day and nijrht
O she's bomiy&c. 0 sheV fconnvAc.
>br she's as the new bfawn rose If, but this bud and; bonm blossom
That's nourish cl with the simmers sun ! could say'twereonh mine
Her ■miles is like the sweet re pose lit plant it deep within my bosom
Man seeks when his last sand is run An' round, ny heart Id it entwine
O she's bonny &c. O she's bonnv &c.
584
In yon garden c£c
v563"V* In Jon ga^en fine an gay, Picking lilies a' the day
gathering floors of ii-ka hue, I wift na then what love coud do.
Where love is planted there it grows,
It buds and blows like any rofe
It has a fweet and pleafant fmell,
No flow'r on earth can it excel.
I put my hand into the bulh,
And thought the fweeteft rofe to find,
But prick'd my finger to the bone.
And left the fweeteft rofe behind. ......
The poor Pedhr.
364^ 'l*WJB was a nobIe udy ^° fair looking ou! o£ her Mnd(?w fo
Lively
high And there fhe fpv'd a poor Pedlar coming finging out o'er the
1' HI'1-
Uc Ire lee coming fing_ ing out o'er the lee.
Continued.
She call'd upon her fervant man.
Her fervant that on her did wait,
**Gae open the yetts, both braid and wide,
"And let the poor pedlar in in in,
"And let the poor pedlar in.
He fet the yetts, both braid and wide.
And let the poor pedlar in;
And then fhe took him by the coat neuke.
And fhe led him from room to room room room,
And fhe led him &c.
Till he came to my ladys room,
My ladys room where fhe lay;
**l wad gie a' my pack he faid,
"lor the night of a gay lady, lady;
"For the night &c.
"Wilt thou gie me my pack again,
"My pack, and my pack pinn,
"An thou gie me my pack he faid,
"1*1 1 gie thee both broach and ring, ring ring,
"HI gie thee both &c,
"I'll no gie thee thy pack again,
"Thy pack nor thy pack pinn;
'Til no gie thee thy pack fhe faid.
"Tho* thou wad greet till thine e)es gae bltfi gae bl
"Tho* thou wad &c.
Out then fpak the noble lord,
Out of his bow'r within,
"O who is this into my houfe
"That makes fuch a noife and dinn dinn dinn.
"That makes &c.
"As 1 came through your garden Sir,
"I pulfd fome of your flowers;
**A box of fpice was in my pack,
"And 1 borrowed a morter of yours of -yours.
"And 1 borrowed &c.
"Gi*e the poor pediar hi3 pack again,
"His pack and his pack pinn,
"Keep nathing frae a poor pedlar,
"Who has a' his living to win to .win.
"Who has &c.
She took the pack by the twa neuks,
And fhe flang it out o'er the wa*
*Tpo* my footh, quo the poor pedlar,
"My pack it has gotten a fa* fa* fa\
"My pack Ate.
He took the pack upon his back,
Went finging out o'er the lee,
'O I haV gotten my pack again,
*And the kifs of a gay lady lady,
"And the kifs &c.
684
You ask me charming fair.
^g^J You ask me charming fair Why thus 1 pensive £0. _ >rom
whence proceeds^myt care What nourishes my woe.
~ ^ » * m , «-f-=r
seek'st the cause to find _ of i
" Is that 1 en - dure Ahi
It needs no magfc art,
To know whence o:y alfcrnis,
R* a mine your own heart,
Go read them in your charms,
Whene'er the youthful quoir,
%lrift£ the vale advance.
To raise, at your desire*
The lay* or form the dance.
Hi nefiVent to c-a< h.
You some kind irrace- atford,
(Untie in deed of speech,
A smile or friendly word.
Whilst on my love y ou put
No value; On the. same.
As if my fire was* but
Sop* paltry villa** flame.
At this my colour flies,
Mv breast with sorrow heaves.
The pain 1 would disguise.
Nor man nor maid deceives.
Mv love stands all display d.
Too strong for art to hide.
How soon the hearts b«tra\ *d
With suc h a clue to guide I
Ho* cruel is my fate,
A 1 fronts 1 could have born,
Kound com fort in jour hate,
■ Or triumph*! in } our scorn.
Kut whilst 1 thus adore,
I'm driv'n to wild despair;
Indifference is more
Than raging love can bear.
O ken ye what Me? o' the mill has gotten.585
Wr.tten for this Work by Robert Burns.
O ken ye how Meg o the railI was „„,rried. .
And ken ye how Mt* o* the „,;„ wae ni..,rrif d
And SIa I, r Clerk * « carried.
And ,hat8 how M<g J the mill wa. roamed
O ken ye how Meg o' the ,„i|| was bedded.
An ken ye fcow Meg „' ,he mill was bedded-
And that, how Meg o* the roill was bedded.
How fweet isr tlie fcene.
(567 "T* How fweet 18 the fcene at t*lc dawning o' morning, Hoi
BT
t"~ic — n — f"*-
* I* g ■ ['--
^ lafsic, I cflnna, frae Ir
ve 2
n fr
ae beauty I i
icver can flee .
O lang ha'e I lo'd , he*- an loe , her fu* dearly.
An' aft hae I preed o* her bonny fwcet mowi
An aft hae I read in her ee blinkin* clearly,
A language that bade rr.e be conftant an* true!
Then others may doat on their fond Var*Iy treafure,
For peif, fill)- pelf, they may brave the rude fea;
To love my fweet lafsie be mine the dear pleafure
Wi* her let me live and wi* her let me die!
Sure my Jean.
687
I ha*e fcen the floweret fpringin
Gaily on the funny lea;
I hae heard the mavis finftin*
■S' weedy on the hawthorn tree:
Hut my Jeanie, peerlefs dearie. ,
Shea the flower attracts mint ee;
VVhan fhe tunes her voire fae cheerio,
She's the mavis dear to mel
5HH
How fweet this lone vale.
P
5
\539 ^ovv ^wcet *^*8 l°ne Va*e *nd how footh- ing to
1 *
Very Slow
feeling yon Nightingales notes which in me_lo_dy me!t ob
±T-r-- T-r ' *■
I J1, j J1 la
livion of woe oer my mind gently ftealing a paufe from keen
ii h a moment felt. The moons yef_low Ii#ht oer the
0 u-
Ah near the fad foot Ma_rv fleeos in h7r
ft i 1 i lake is {leaping Ah near the fad fpot Ma_rv fleeps in h7r
1
tomb a gain the heart fwells, the eve flows vsith weeping and the
5
<5
ft j|J: '
fweets of the vale are all Chad - ow*d with gloom.
Jockeys taen the parting kifs.
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689
A little HveK
- n*"
1 f~~'
p I -
bU- -
\ 1
IP »a gane!
f t n
And w
ith him is
*
a
-J — d--
my blifs
— — f fm
Nought but
- - ^TK ....
When the fhadt£> of evening creep
Oer the day's fair, glad fame eY,
.Sound and fafel) may he llee»p,
Sweetly blythe his wanke-nin^ be
He Kill think on her he loves,'
Pond!/ he'll repeat her name;
For whare'er he drffant roves
Jockev's heart rs ffill at hame.
59()
What's that to you. ,
*. \K Iranv and I have toild the live
m
(571 "V* M>- Jean>' an<* * nave tQttd the five - lang fummer
of the hay. Her kurchy was of hoi _ land clear Ty'd
Her frockings were of Keriy green,
\* tight as ony filk:
O firk a leg was never feen,
Her fkin was white as milk;
H< r hair was black as ane coiila* wifh,
And fwret fweet was her mou;
Oh. Jeany daintily can kifs,
Knt what's that to you?
The rofe and lily baith combine
To make my jeany fair,
There is no btnnifon like mine,
I have amaift nne rare;
Only I fear my jeany 8 face
May caufe mae men to rue,
And thai may par me fay; Mas.
Hut hat's th»t to von?
Conceal thy beauties if thou can,
Hide that fweet face of thine,
That I may only be the man
Enjoys thefe looks divine.
O do not proftitute, my dear,
Wonders to common view,
And I, with faithful heart, fhall fwear
For ever to be true.
King Solomon had wives enew.
And mony a concubine;
But I enjoy a blifs mair true;
His joys were fhort of mine:
And Jeany s happier than they,
She feldom wants her due;
All debts of love to her 1*11 pay,
And what^ that to you?
Chorus.
Little wat ye wha's coming.
691
^572 "S * Lit _ tie wat ye *ha's com _ ing little wat ye
Brifk
m
ye wha's coming Jock and 1am and
wha's coming little wat
I
a's com_ ing. Dun — cans com _ ing Don _ aids com _ ing
mm
Co _ lins com ing Hon aids coming DougaldV coming
i
Lauch _ lan's com _ ing A lif _ ter and a's coming
Borland and his men's coming,
The Camerons and McLeans coming,
The Gordons and McGregors coming
A* the Dunywanies' coming
Little wat ye, &c.
M?Oilvrey of Drumglafs is coming.
wigtons coming, Nithsdales coming,
Carnwaths coming, Kenmures coming,
Derwent water and f offers coming
Withrington and Nairn's coming
Little" wat ye, &c.
Blyth Cowhill and a's coming*
The Laird of M? kitofh is coming,
M? Crabie and M? Donalds coming,
The M? Ken/ies and M?Pherfbns coming
A' the wild M? Craws* coming,
Little wat ye, &c,
Donald Gun and a's coming.
rr^ big,
They gloom, they glowr.they look fae
At ilka ftroke they 'll fell a Whig;
They'll fright the fuds of the Ibckpud*
For mony a buttock bare's coming.
Little wat ye, fee.
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fpinrting wheel; Such
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fine Tom Jones And
s£^=3 ;
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— . — 0
d==l=J
Grand ifon's thev make your youthful fancies ret I thev heat your
<*■ brains, and fire j our Veins and then you re prey for Rob Mofsgiel.
p— F —
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are a ton'g
ue tha
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) t h 1 \ - hu n u: ;
A heart that warmly feems to feel;
That feelin heart but arks a prut,
Tin rakifh art in Hob Mofstfiel.
The frank addrefs, the foft carel\
\r< work than poifoned darts of fteel,
'I he frank ad Ipefs, and polifefse,
Are all fimfse in Hob MoftgieL
O lay thy loof in mine lafs.
Choru^ Written for this Work bv Robert Burn,
£93
rw« monie a Iaft has broke wft
I hat for a blink I hae loed beft;
But thou art queen within my breaft
J'or ever to remain.
O Uy thy loof &c
£94
576
Saw ye the Thane SCc.
* Saw ye the Thane o meikle pride, Red anger in his
ee? I saw him not nor care he cry'd Red anger frights na me.
1 have stooti whar honour badeTho death troc
trod on his heel; Mean
< is the crest that stoops to fear, nae si
lv. 1 ' I V\ 1 - IP
c mav ]
m
)uncan feel.
Hark! hark! or was it but the wind, Restoreagain that blooming rose,
That through the ha' did sing; Your rude hand pluckt awa;
Hark. harki.agen,a warlike sound, Hestore again his Mary fair,
The black woods round do ring. Or you shall rue his fa*.
'Tis na for naught, bauld Duncan cry'd,
mting on the wind. Three strides the gallant Duncan tuk,
.Syne up he started frae his seat, He struck his forward spear:
A throng of spears behind. Gae tell thy master, beard less, youth,
We are nae wont to fear.
Ha«te, baste, my valiant hearts, he said , He comes na on a wassail rout,
Anes mair to follow me; Of revel, sport, and play;
We H meet yon shooters by the burn, Our swords i^art faaie proclaim us men,
I guess wha they may be. Lang ere this rucfu' day.
But wha is he that speids.Sae fast,
frae the siaw marching thrang? The rose I pluckt o* right is mine,
Sae frae the mirk cloud shoots abeam, Our hearts together grew,
The sky's blue face alang
Sowfi messenger it is, mayhap-,
Then not at peace I froi>.
My c» aster, Duncan bade nu rin.
And nay these words to vou.
Like twa sweet roses on ae stak
Frae hate to love she flew.
Swift as a winged shaft he sped;
Bald Duncan said in jeer,
Gae tell thy master, beard less youth,
We are nae wont to fear.^r Xir
Go plaintive sounds.
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now to some e.n _ chant- ing strain th
e smile that
at triumph:
4**~
Yea, plaintive sounds, yet, yet delay,
Howe'er my love repine,
Let that gay minute pass away,
The next perhaps is thine.
Yes plaintive sounds, no longer crost,
Your griefs shall s«on be o'er,
Her cheek undimpled now, has lost
The smile it lately wore.
Yes, plaintive sounds, she now
lis now your time to move;
«-»aay to soften all her pow'rs,
And be that softness, |ove '
is y ours
Cease plaintive aounds,your task is done
That anxious tender air
Proves o'er her heart the congest won,
1 see j,ou melting there.
Return ye smiles return again,
Return each sprightly grace,
I yield up to your charming reign,
All that enchanting .face.
. I take no outward shew amiss,
Rove where they will, her eves,
•Still lef her smiles each shepherd bless,
•So she but hear my sighs.
Bruce has aften led, "Wei
to your go_ ry bed
< Or to vie _ to
0
' " l- r t- =
No ws the dav
.ii r / r
and nowrs the hour;
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4
"Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a cowards grave?
' Wha fne bafe as be a flave?
Traitor^ coward i turn and flee!
1 Wha, for Scotland's king and law
freedom's fword will ftrongly draw,
'Free man ftand, or free-man fa*
"Caledonian! on wi' me!
By oppression's woes and pains!
'By your Tons in fervile chains!
'We will drain our deareft veins,
"But they fhall be-fhall be free!
Lay the proud ufurpers low!
'Tyrants fall in every foe;
Liberty's in every blow!
"Forward! let us do, or die!**
B
Farewell ye. fields SCc.
mi
578
farewell Ve fields,an meadows green, the bleft retreats of
The azure fky the hills around,
Gave double beauty fo the fcene
The lofty fpires of Banff in view,
On every fide the waving grain:
The tales of !ove my Jamie told,
fuoh a faff an moving ftrain,
Hare fo engaged my tender heart,
lm loth to leave the place again.
But if 'he fates will be Cue kind,
As favour my return orco more,
for to enjoy the peace o' mind,
In thofe retreats 1 had before:
No-.v, fare* - ! 1 Banff] the nimble (feeds
Do bear me hence, 1 muft awaj,
Yet time perhaps may bring ir.e back,
To part ivatc ma it from fcencs fogx
698
() beard ve e'er of a silly blind Harper,
579 -c °
heard ye of a silly Harper, Livd lon^ in Loch _ma _ ben
A little Lively
kj
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"1 "1 V
town, How he die
\ gang 1
o fair England,To .steal King .Henrys wanton brown?
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But first he gaed to his giide-wile
WiV the speed that he cou'd thole;
This wark,quo he, will nevor work,
Without a mare that has a foul.
This wark, Xtc.
Quo' she, thou has a guc|e grey mare,
That H rin o'er hills baith low K hie;
Gae. tak the grey mare in thy- hand.
And leave the foal at hame wi'me.
Gac tak', $ifc.
And tak* a halter in thy hose,
And o' thy purpose'dmna fail;
Hut Wtip it o'er the wanton's nose;
And tie her to the grey mare's tail:
Hut wap, fee.
Sync cu her our at \ nit back yeate,
Qer dios's and muir and ilka dale,
Km .^lic'll ne'er let the wanton bite.
Till she come hame to her ain foal.
For she'll, &c.
So he is up to England irane,
Even as last as he run hie,
Till he came to King Henry's yeate;
And wha' was there but King Henry?
Till tie, &cr.
Come in, quo' he, thou silly- blind Harper;
And ol thy harping let me hear,
Ol by my sooth, quo' the silly blind Harp*
I'd rather hae stabling for my mare.
Ol b\ my, <Vc.
The King looks o'er his left shoulder,
And says unto his stable groom,
Gae tak the silly poor Harper's mare.
And tie Iter side my wanton brown.
Gae tak, &c.
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699
And ay he harped,and ay he carpit, Let in thy master and his mare.
Till a* the Lords gaed through, the floor, Rise, quo' &c.
They thought the music was sae sweet,
That they forgat the stable door. Then up she raise, pat on her claes
They thought,&c.
And ay he harpit,and ay he carpit,
Till a* the nobles were sound asleep,
Than quietly he took aff his shoon,
And saftly down the stair did creep.
Than quietly <fcc.
And Iookit out through the lock hole;
Ol by my sooth then quoth the lass,
Our mare has gotten a brawbi^ foal.
O! by my /fee.
Come haud thy peace, then foolish lass
The moons but glancing in thy ec,
I'll wad my hat 11 fee gainst a groat „
lt% bigger than e'er our foal will be
Til wad &c.
S> ne to the stable door he hies,
Wi tread as light as light cou'd be,
And whan he opencl and gaed in,
There he fand thirty good ateedsfc three. The neighbours too that heard th
And whan tic.
He took the halter frae his hose,
And of his purpose did na' fail;
He slipt it o'er the Wantons nose,
And tied it to his grey mares tail.
He slipt &c.
He ca'd her Out at yon back ) eate,
O'er moss and muir & ilka dale,
And she loot ne'er the wanton bite,
Hut held her sti^lgaun at her tail.
And she &c.
The grey mare was right swift o' fit,
And didna fail to find the way,
K>r she was atLochmabcn v eate,
rV lunjr three hours ere it was day.
For she &c.
When she came to the Harpers door,
There she gae mony a nidur and snear,
Hise,qUo' the wife, thou lafcy lass,
e noise.
Cried to the wife to put her in,
By my sooth, then quoth the wife,
She's better than ever he rad* on .
By my &c.
But on the morn at fair day light,
When they had ended a' their chear,
King Henry's wanton brown was stawn
And eke the poor old Harpers mate.
King Henry's &c.
Alaceialaceisays the silly blind Harper,
A lace! alacelthat 1 came here,
Tn Scotland I've tint a braw cowfe foal,
In England thcyve stawn myguid grey
In Scotland &c. (mare.
, (per
Come had thy tongue, thou silly blind har
And of thy alacing Jet me be,
K>r thou shall get a better mare.
And wee I paid shall thy cowtc foal" be.
^br thou shall get a better mare,
And weel paid shall thy cowte foal he.
GOO
My Nannie O
By Burns.
P4-
Dannie O to Nannie 0; Hi get my plaid an out Hi fteal.An o'er the hill toNannieC
My Nannie's charming fweet, and young,
Nae artfu wiles to win ye O;
May ill befa' the blattering tongue,
That wad beguile my Nannie O:
Her face is fair, her heart is true,
As fpotlefs as (he's bonnie O;
The op'ning gowan wat wi* dew,
Nae purer is than Nannie O.
f
A country lad is my degree,
And few there be that ken me O;
But what care I how few they be,
I'm welcome ay to Nannie O:
My riches a* 8 my penny fee,
And I maun guide it cannie O;
But waild's gear ne'er troubles me,
My thoughts are a'^ my Nannie 0<
Our auld guidman delights to view,
His ftieep an kye thrive bonnie O;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his plough
An has nae care but Nannie O;
Come well, come woe, I care na by,
I'll tak' what Heav'n will fend me O;
Nae ither care in life have 1,
But live, and love mv Nannie O.
night did give no light Which did
plex
Then under her window I came,
I gently call'd her by her name,
Then up she rose, put on her clothes.
And whisper*d to me slow,
.Saying, go from my window. Love, do.
My father and my mother aie asleep,
And if they chance to hear you speak,
There will be nocht but great abuse,
Wi' many a bitter blow,
And it's go from my window, Lovev go.
ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft ft <ft ft 4
The rain rmsdown 8C<
< The rain nns down thro' Mirry-Iand toune.Sae c
/"V k^T * " f 1" " 1 i 1
Kvk-i4^ 41 — = 1 1 ■■ m — ^-4-
oes it down the
Slow
ha. Sae does the ladsof Mirryland town When they plav at the ba
Then cut' and cam the Jews dochter,
Said, will ye com in and dine!
I winnno cum in, I winnae cum in,
Without my play feres nim .
•She pow'd an apple reid and white .
To intice the joung thing in:
She pow'd an apple white and reid,
And that the sweet bairn did win.
When bells wer rung, and mass was aunj
And every lady went hame:
Than ilk lady had her young son.
But Lady Helen had nane.
She rowel her man til her about.
And sair sair gan she weep:
And she ran into the Jewis castle,
When they wer all asleep.
And she has tame out a little pen-knife, My bonny Sir Hew, my pretty Sir Hew,
And low down by her gair, ^ I pray thee to me speak:
•She has twm'd the young thing o his life*'0 lady rinn to the de*p draw -well
A wo! 1 he ne'er spake mair. *Y»inye your son wad seek''
Ai d out and cam the thick thick bluid, Lady Helen ran to the deep draw well,
And cut and cam the thin; And knelt upon her knee.
And out and cam the bonny herts bluid; My bonny Sir Hew, an \e be here .
I hair was nae life left in.
She laid him on a dressing borde,
And.drest him like a swine.
And laughing said,gae now and play
With your sweet play-feres nine.
S'Ik rowd him in a cake of lead,
Bade him ly still and sleep.
She cast him in a deep draw-well,
Wis fifty fathom deep.
1 pray thee speak to me.
The lead is wondrous heavy, mither.
The well is wondrous deep,
A keen pen-knife sticks in my hert,
A word 1 downae sp« ik.
^«e hame, gae hame, my mother" dear,
retch me my winding- sheet*
And at the back c> Mirry-land toune.
Its there we twa sail meet.
in the mirk and d
reary drift The hills and £lens arc lost,
hit »
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() turn away those cruel eyes
O turn a -way those cm^.el eves, The stars of my un
A little Lively
m m t
^do^ ing Or
J. J Ji
death, in
such a
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bright
dis
ipii
- guise, May
impious pride, Who dare contemn thy g!o__ry; It was my
j-iji j- j f|j]
fall that de- i-fy*d Thy name and .seai'd thy sto_ . ry.
j- if.fr cj_r ■ r i i ■ ifflf-fr^
Yet no new sufferings can prepare
A higher praise to crown thee;
Tho* my first death proclaim thee fair,
My second wilt dethrone thee.
Lovers Will doubt thou canst entice
No other for thy fuel;
And if thou burns t one victim twice.
Think thee both poor and cruel.
your hair, Gin ye'l! con _ sent to be my bride Nor
I t i .•
K>r 1 have pledg'd my virgin troth,
Brave Arthurs fate to share,
And he has -iVn to me his heart
a* its virtues rare.
I he- mind vvhase every wish is pure,
*:«r dearer is to me,
And etr I m forced to break ny faith
\ U lay me down and d;
.So trust me when I swear to thee,
By a* that is on high.
Though ye had a*;this warlds gear,
My heart ye cou Id na buy ;
for langest life can ne*er repny,
The love he bears to me;
And eer I m forced to break my troth,
VU la) me down and di>.
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There whs a bonie las.s
b\ H. Burns.
No Churchman am f. By i. Bums
5H7 "\ ^° Churchman am 1 for to rail and to write.No statesman nor seldierlsi
lively
Continued.
GO}
those that are here And a bottle like this, are my glory and
care,
Here passes the Squire on his brother Ins horse,
I hf ,r Centum per Centum, the Cit with his purse-
But s,e you the Crown how it waves in the air
I hen a big_bel!y*d bottle still eases my care/
I he wife of my bosom, alas! she did die;
For sweet consolation to church I did fly';
Mound that old .Solomon proved it fan , *
Th;,t a bit* belfycf bottle's a cure for all can
l once was persuaded a venture to make
A letter informed me that all was to wreck-
Hut jhc pursy old landlord just waddled up flairs
With a glorious bottle that ended n.v cares
Life s cares they are comforts maxim c,OKn
Z ^.fr^ What d>I him'tk« f, < gown,
And faith I agree w,th th' old prig to a hair-
*or a btg belly »d bottles a heav'n of care. '
A S!an/a added in a Mason l.od-e:
Then fill up a bumper and make it orrflow.
And honours Masonic prepair-for to thiow;
May every true bro.her of Compa8„ and Square
Wave a b,g belly'd bottle when fcaWd with care.
*> Voun«s(NTight Thoughts.
6()8
The Highlanders lament
i588'*C ^ Soldier for gallant achievements renown'd, Revolvcl in des
1
Very S.h
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pair the campaigns of his youth; I hen beating his bosom & sigh_ing pro-
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found,That malice itself might have melted to ruth. Are these he exclaimcl the re-
m
suits 'of my toil, Jrt want & obaatL'iljrthus to ret ire? P or this did compassion re-
i
strain me from spoil, When earth was all carnage and heaven was on fire?
n- # & £r
The suns bright effulgence, the fragrance of air
-The varfd hori/on henceforth 1 abhore,
Give mr death the sole boon of a wretch in despair.
Which fortune can offer or nature implore.
To madness impel fd by his griefs as he spoke,
And darting around him a look of disdain,
Down headlong he leapt from a hea\en towring rock,
And sleeps where the wretched forbear to complain.
Supposed to have been written in the year 1746
father, quo' she, Mither, quo* she,
Do what ye can,
I'll no gang to my bed
Till I gr-t a man .
The wean &c.
I haf as gude a craft rig
As made o* yird and stane;
And waly fa the ley -Crap .
For I maun till'd again.
The wean &c.
Hnrd is the fate of him who loves.
390> Ward is the fate of him who loves, ie* dares not tell his
trembling pain, But to the sympa-thetic groves, But to the lonely
ist _ ning plain. Oh, when she bless _ es next your shade, Oh,
when her foot _ steps next are seen, In flow' ry tracts
long the mead, In fresh _er maz_es o'er the green .
V« ^<ntk spirits of the vale,
To v%|jo.n the tears of love are dear,
VYuni l\ iiuf lilies waft a gale,
Arid-wgh mv sorrows in her ear.
O, tell her what she cannot blame,
'flirt- feat m\ tongue must ever bind;
' )li, tell her, Hut wa virtuous flame
Is Aft her Mpfitli »s "o il r( fin'd.
Not her own guardian angel eyes
With chaster tenderness his care,
Not purer her own wishes rise,
Not holier her own sighs in prayV
Hut if, at lirst, her virgin fear
Should start at loveV suspected nams,
Wi! Ji that of friendship soothe her ear,
True love and; friendship art the Su-niftd
Ye Mn.ses nine, () lenel your aid.
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See P. L?f Vol 'st
praises of my High-land King, And no/v would fain st
Jamie, the pride of all the green.
Is just my age, e'en gay fifteen:
When firft f saw him, twas the day ,
That ushers in the sprightly May;
When first 1 felt love's pow*rh,| sting,
And srghcj for my dear Highland King.
with him for beauty, shape,and air,
Mother shepherd cap compare;
f2'» d natun, honesty, and truth.
Adorn the dear, the matchless youth;
And graces, more than I can sing.
Bedeck my charming Highland King.
Would once the dearest boy but any,
Tis you I Jove; come come away ,
Unto the kirk, my lo\e, lets h> ,
Oh me in rapture, I'd comply!
And Ishenild then have cau*< fo ^ing
The praises of my Highland King.
392 Bright the moon a ~ boon yon mountain, Upwards tow'ring
<~ (bed her light , Nothing heard
but tal_ling i
waters,
Thro' the
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fi_knt night. Nel_.lv on her couch re^clin-ing
fet in the arms of fleep whilft in dreams ^
Loud (he hears the tempeft howling,
High (he fees the billows roll,
Lightnings flafh and thunders roaring,
Spreading terror to each Pole.
On the sea -beach this beholding.
Tremblingdreads her William, loft,
Yes,fhe cries* he .comes I fee him,
O how pale'/tis William's Ghoft.
Sighs and tears, and wild detraction,
Kend the maidens -tender breaft,
William! why my William fhun me,
O my heart is fore oppreft.
Oft you fwore you lovel me dearly.
How have 1 your favour loft
VJear me to him, rolling billows
Let me ctafp my Williams Ghoft.
Nell}* mind thus wildly raving.
Deeply drown'3 in fleep the while,
William in the harbour landing,
Went to meet his Nellys fmile.
At her window gently calling,
Wake my love, 'tis day almoft,
Yes, (he cryd I'll come to thee,
Yes, HI follow Williams Ghoft.
Clear at length the fun was (hining,
Sleep forfook her death-like throne,
Nelly ftarted from her flumbring.
Glad her dream and night was gone.
Fair and fpotlefs as the lily*
Laden with the morning dew,
Nelly ran to meet her William,
With a heart both kind and true.
O that T hid ne'er been Married
Corrected bv R, Burns.
b!3
they cry crow^die ever mair. Ance crow „ die twice erowdj'e
o_ny mair Ye'I! crow -die a* my •mc-al a_
way
\dded by BUKNS.
Waefu' Want and Hunger flcy me,
Glpwrin by the hallan en;
•Sair I fecht them at the door,
Kut hv I ni eerie they come beTi.
Ance crowd ie tec.
O gin my love were yaw red rose.
50 '4 a ® nn love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castl<
Slow, with much expression.
^ wal And I nysell a drap of dew, !n_to her bonnv breast fo fa. Oh!
as
there beyond ex_pression blest I'd feast on beauty a the night; St -al'd
on her silk-saft falds to rest, Till flyed a_wa by Phabus light
1
Nae luck about the house when our ^oodwife's awa .
m
393"V Bin& °^ your good -man frae hame^Kut whiles they re
EE
t7-i- 1J~7
Lively
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best ft - wa, For tho* the good -wife stay at hame, John
mm
does not toil for a*. There was nae luck a -bout tin; house An*
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>> See Vol. I8.1 Page 44
Continued
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little for my wane, There was nae • luck . a_ __bout
my
f or first the bairns raise frae their bed,
And for a piece did ca*,
Then how could T attend my work,
Who had to answer a*
There was nae Juck,tec.
Their hands and faces was to wash,
And coaties to put on,
When every dud lay here and there,
Which vexed honest John.
There was nae luck, tec.
He made the pottage wanting salt.
The kail smg'd in the pot,
The cutties lay under his feet,
And cogs they scem'd to rot.
There was nae luck, tec.
The hen and birds went to the fields,
The glaid she whipt up twa,
The cow wanting her chaff and stra,
•Stood routing thro' the wa\
There was nae luck,tec.
'1 he bairns fought upon the floor,
And on the fire did fa*;
Which vex'd the heart o' honest John,
When Maggy was awa'.
There was nae luck, tec.
With bitten fingers and cutted thumbs,
And scriechs which piere'd the skies,
Which di *ove his patience to an end,
Wish'd death to close their eyes.
There was nae luckJfcc.
I hen went to please them with a scon,
And so he burnt it black,
Kan to the well with twa new cans,
But none of them came back.
I here was nae luck, tec.
The hens went to the neighbours house,
And there they laid their eggs,
When simple John reprovd them fort.
They broke poor chuckles legs.
There was nae luck, tec.
He little thought of Maggys toil.
As she was by the fire,
But when he got a trial o't,
He soon began to tire.
There was nae luck, tec.
First when he got the tusk in hand,
He thought all would go right,
But O he little wages had,
On Saturday at night.
There was nae luck, tec.
He had no gain from <Vheel or reel,
Nor yarn had he tostffJ,"
He wishcl for Maggy ha me again,
Being out of money and meal.
There was nac lurk, tec.
The de i I gade o'er Jock Wabster,
His loss he could not tell.
But when he wanted Maggys help,
He did nae- good himsell.
I here was nae luck,tex.. .
Another want 1 do not name,
A night he got no ease,
But tumbl'd grumbfd in his bed,
A fighting wi* the flaes.
There was nae luck.&c.
Wishing for Maggys muckle hi(>.s
V\ hereon the flaes might foast.
And for to be good wife again,
He swore it was n?u \v9\.
There was nae Juck,&c.
Livd a nee twa lovers in von dale
616
396^ Liv'd ance twa lovers in yon dale, And they lov'd o ther
Now, Willie, gif you luve me weel, Was never man in a lady's bower
As Sac it seems to me, When she was travelling!*
Gar build,. gar build a bonny ship,
Gar build it speedilie. He's stepped three steps down the stair,
Upon the marble stane:
And we will sail the sea sae green, Sae louds he heard his young son s greel
Unto some far countrie, But and his lady's mane!
Or we'll sail to some bonie isle
Stands tanely midst the sea!* "Now come, now come, Willie, she said.
Talc y our young son frae me,
But lang or ere the ship was built. And hie him to your mothers bower
Or deck'd, or rigged out,
Came sick a pain in Annex's back.
That down she cou'd na lout.
With speed and privacie
He's taen his young son in his arms,
He's kissd himtcheek and chin,
He's hied him to his mother's bower
By the ae light of the moon.
Now, Wi Hie, g if y e I u v e m e wee 1 ,
As sae it seems to me,
O haste, haste, bring me to my bowV,
And my bow'r maidens threeV And with him came the bold Baron.
And he spake up wi' pride,
He's taen her in his arms twa, *'Gar seek, gar seek the bower maidens,
And kissd her cheek and chin; Gar busk, gar busk the bride.
He's brocht her to her ain sweet bowV,
But nae bow'r-maid was in. My maidens, easy with my back
And easy with my side.
Now, -leave my bower, Willie^ she said, O set- my saddle sift, Willie,
Now leave me to my lane; I am a tender bride .
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O Mally's meek, Mallya sweet.
Chorus Written for this Work by Robert Hums.
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1/ - w, l r , I . r y — — ff
O Malf\-s meek, MalJys sweet, Mally's modest and discreef
A littleXivelj
Mally's rare Mai _ ly's fair, Mal-lys ev'_ ry way compleat. As
1
I was walking up the street, A barefit maid I chanc'd tf» meet> But
ill i u i i i
O the road was ve_ry hard, For that fair maidens tender feet.
Chorus, Mally's meek &c.
It were mair meet, that those fine feet
Were weel lac'd up in silken shoon.
And twere more fit that she should sit,
Within yon chariot gilt aboon.
Chorus, Mally's meek &c .
Her yellow hair, beyond compare.
Comes trinklin'^ down her swan white neck,
And her two eyes like stars in skies.
Would keep a sinking ship frae wreck.
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Tell me Jessy tell me why
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me
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felt
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ne why My
fond suit joy
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Slow
rj**i n "
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stilt d e _ ny Is your bo^som cold as snow did you
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fee K for woe. Can you hear with .out a sigh
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Him com - plain who for vou could die, If you e - ver
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shed a tear Hear me Jes _ sy * hear O hear
^ ITT1 ■'
Life to me is not more dear,
Than the hour brings Jessy here
Death so much I do not fear
As the parting moment near.
Summer smiles is not so sweet.
As the bloom upOn your cheek.
Nor the chrystal dew so clear,
Ah your ere*' to m< appear.
These are part of Jessys charms
Which the bosom ever warms
But the charms by which I'm stun}*,
Comes, O Jess}, from thy tongue.
Jessy cfe' tVo longer coy,
Let me taste a lovers joy.
With your hand remove the dart
\pd>heat the wound that's in mv heart.
1 care na for your een sae blue
619
1 care na for your witching tongue,
Which pleases a an pierces some,
fntil I hear that tongue declare
Nane but mysel your heart shall share
An gin that saft an melting ©«,
Doth beam on me an only me
My fate is seal'd, then 1 am thine
An let me die when 1 repine
6XO
Good ni^ht and joy be wi* you a*
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J l j.J'ijj p;ij,rju'[iiM
The night is my- departing nitfht,The morns the day I maun a
A little lively
-wa,Theres no a friend or fae o. mine, But wishes that T were awa. What
hae done for lack o' wit I never never can re_ca* I trust ye' re
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my friends ax yet.Gude night and jo^' be wi' you
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^DIKUl a hearts 'warm, fond adieul May freedom, Harmony, and Love.
Dear brothers. of the mystic tyel
Ye favoured, ye enlighten'd Few,
Companions of my social joy!
Tho* I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortunes sHdd'ry ba,
With Hu tting heart, and brimful eye*
V\i mand you still, tho* far awa,
Oft have. I met your social Band,
And spent the chearful, festive ni^lit;
Oft, honour'! with supreme command, '
Presided o'er the Sons of li#ht:
And bv that Hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but Craftsmen ever saw!
Strong Mem'rv On n\y heart shall write
Those happy scenes when for awa"!
Unite you in the grand Design,
Beneath th* Omniscient Eye above,
The glorious Architect Divine.
That you may keep trT unerring line,
Still rising by the plummets law.
Till Order bright completely shine,
Shall be my pray r when far awa*.
And You,farewelll whose merits claim.
Justly that highest badge to wear!
Heav'n bless your honourVi, noble Nam
To Masonry and Scotia dear!
A last request permit me. here,
When v -earls \ f assemble V,
One round, I ask it with a tear;
To him, the Bard that's far awa.
F f N I s.
ILLUSTRATIONS
OF THE
LYRIC POETRY AND MUSIC
OF
SCOTLAND.
PART VI.
BI.
MY PEGGY'S FACE.
This song was written by Burns in 1787, for the second vo-
lume of the Museum, but having been mislaid, it did not make
its appearance till the publication of the last volume of that
work. In a letter, inclosing the song and the fine air to which it
is adapted, the bard thus addresses Mr Johnson : " Dear Mr
Publisher, I hope, against my return, you will be able to tell
me from Mr Clarke if these words will suit the tune. If they
don't suit, I must think on some other air, as I have a very
strong private reason for wishing them in the second volume.
Don't forget to transcribe me the list of the Antiquarian mu-
sic Farewell. R. Burns." Burns alludes to the manu-
script music in the library of the Antiquarian Society, Edin-
burgh.
Mr George Thomson has inserted this song in the third
volume of his Collection; but the name of the heroine, in
place of « Peggy," is changed for that of « Mary," and the
words are directed to be sung to the tune called " The
Ewie wi' the Crooked Horn." These alterations, however, do
not appear to be for the better. It will generally be found,
that the tune which the poet himself HaWut view when com-
posing a song, if not superior, is, at least, more in unison
(2 i
440
DI. — MY PEGGY'S FACE.
with the sentiments expressed, than any other that can be se-
lected.
DII.
MY BOY TAMMY.
This fine ballad, beginning " Whar hae ye been a' day,
my boy, Tammy ?" was written by Hector Macneill, Esq.
It first appeared in a magazine, printed at Edinburgh in
1791, entitled " The Bee," which was conducted by his
friend Dr James Anderson. It has since been printed in the
author's poetical works, and has deservedly become a favour-
ite with the public. Miss Duncan (afterwards Mrs David-
son) the celebrated actress, used frequently to sing this bal-
lad on the stage with great applause.
The melody, to which the words are adapted, is very an-
cient and uncommonly pretty. The old song, however, was
quite puerile ; the Editor has often heard it sung by old
people, when he was a boy, and he still remembers some of
the verses. One of them ran thus :
Ib she fit to soop the house,
My boy, Tammy ?
Is she fit to soop the house,
My boy, Tammy ?
She's just as fit to soop the house
As the cat to tak' a mouse ;
And yet she's but a young thing
New come frae her mammy.
Another verse contained a very singular sort of puzzle :
How auld's the bonnie young thing,
My boy, Tammy ?
How auld's the bonnie young thing,
My boy, Tammy ?
She's twice six and twice seven,
Twice twenty and eleven ;
And yet she's but a young thing
Just come frae her mammy.
DIH.
RED GLEAMS THE SUN.
This song was written by Robert Couper, Esq. M. D.
author of two volumes of poetry, chiefly in the Scottish lan-
Dili.— RED GLEAMS THE SUN.
441
guage, printed at Inverness in 1804, and dedicated to the
late Jane, Duchess of Gordon. The title of the song, in the
Doctor's works, is " Kinrara, — tune, " Niel Gow."
In the Museum, the song has accordingly been set to the
beautiful strathspey, called " Niel Gow," which was composed
by Mr Macintyre, the musician, in honour of the late father
of Scottish ball music, Niel Gow of Dunkeld. Kinrara
Lodge was the summer residence of the late Duchess of
Gordon.
DIV.
O, STEER HER UP, AND HAUD HER GAUN.
Ramsay wrote a bacchanalian song to this ancient tune,
and printed it in his Tea-Table Miscellany, 1724. He very
properly suppressed the old song, enough of which is still but
too well known. The first four lines of the song in the Mu-
seum were taken from Ramsay's, and the rest of it was writ-
ten by Burns for that work. Johnson has made a mistake
in copying the fifth line of the second stanza. It should be
i 6 Ne'er break your heart for ae rebute," as in the manu-
script.
DV.
WHEN I GAE'D TO THE MILL.
This song was copied from Herd's Ancient and Modern
Songs, printed in 1 776. It is adapted to a tune, which Os-
wald, in his Caledonian Pocket Companion, book ix. calls
<c The Birth of Kisses," which was probably the original
title of the song. The author's name has not yet been dis-
covered.
DVI.
WHAR ESK ITS SILVER CURRENT LEADS.
This beautiful song, according to the information of the
publisher of the Museum, was written by Mr Carey. It is
adapted to a very beautiful and plaintive old air, called " Y\\
never see him more," printed in the sixth book of Oswald's
Caledonian Pocket Companion, p. 16. This tune is omitted
in the Index of Oswald's work.
44£ DVI. — WHAR ESK ITS SILVER CURRENT LEADS.
Mr Carey's song, five years after its appearance in the
sixth volume of the Museum, which was published on the
4th of June 1803, appeared, for a second time, in the fourth
number of Mr George Thomson's Collection, printed in
1808, with the following alterations, which are evident im-
provements. In place of the 8th, 10th, and 12th lines in
the Museum, read, as in Mr Thomson's edition,
I deck'd my pleasing peaceful bower — line 8th.
A modest sweet and lovely flower — line 10th.
To grace and chear my bonnie bower — line 12th.
Mr Thomson says the author is unknown, and that
" The Esk here alluded to, after passing the romantic banks
of Roslin, winds for several miles through a variety of scene-
ry singularly beautiful." There are, at least, six rivers of
that name in Scotland, whose banks are all particularly ro-
mantic, and there is not one line in the song that fixes the lo-
cality to the Esk which washes the ruins of Roslin Castle.
Mr Thomson directs the words of Carey's song to be sung
to the " Braes of Ballochmyle," a song written by Burns,
set to music by A. Masterton, and published in the second
volume of the Museum, page 285, in the year 1790.
dvii.
THO> FOR SEVEN YEARS AND MAIR.
This poetical dialogue between two rustic lovers, was
written by Ramsay to the tune of " I'll never leave thee,"
and printed in his Tea-Table Miscellany in 1724. Some
lines of the ancient song of " I'll never leave thee," however,
are interspersed here and there in Ramsay's production.
The editor of the Orpheus Caledonius, having preferred
Crawford's song, beginning " One day I heard Mary say,"
to the same air, published it in that work in 1725.
Mr John Watt, in the fourth volume of his " Musical
Miscellany," printed at London in 1730, published Ram-
say's song, adapted to the tunc of " A Lad and a Lassie lay
in a Killogie," which was afterwards called " Bannocks o*
Bear Meal, and Bannocks o' Barley," under the following
1
DVII.— — TH0' FOR SEVEN YEARS AND MA1R.
443
title, " A dialogue between Jenny and Nelly, to the tune of
I'll never leave thee." As Crawfurd's song to the genuine
air, was published in the first volume of the Museum, page
92, Johnson adapted the same tune that Watt had selected
for Ramsay's dialogue, which suits the words nearly as well
as the proper tune of " 111 never leave thee" would have
done.
DVIII.
ROW SAFTLY, THOU STREAM.
This beautiful song, entitled " Captain O'Kaine," was
written by the late Mr Richard Gall, a young man of the
most promising poetical talents, and author of several songs
in the sixth volume of the Museum. The tune is certainly
Irish.
Richard Gall was born at Linkhouse, near Dunbar, in the
month of December 1776- At an early period he was sent
to the school at Haddington, where he soon acquired a pro-
ficiency in reading, writing, and arithmetic. On leaving
school, his parents placed him under the charge of a relation,
to learn the trade of a house-carpenter ; but, ere long, he
felt such antipathy to the occupation that he left it. He
was next placed with a respectable builder and architect, to
acquire a knowledge of his profession. After a trial of this
new line of business however he found it nearly as disagree-
able to him as the other ; he therefore gave it up also, and
went to Edinburgh, to which city his father and mother had
recently removed.
Soon after his arrival in the Scottish metropolis, he was
bound apprentice to Mr David Ramsay, a respectable printer,
and publisher of the Edinburgh Courant. This mode of life
proved quite congenial to the feelings of young Gall. In-
deed, the attention and friendship which his worthy master
showed him on every occasion, attached him so strongly to
his employer, that after the expiration of his indenture, he
continued in the service of that gentleman during the rest of
his life.
444 DVIII.—EOW SAFTLYj THOU ST11EAM.
Whilst in this situation Gall employed his spare hours in
acquiring various branches of education, and in wooing Sco-
tia's muse. His poetical efforts soon began to attract consi-
derable attention, and procured him the friendship and cor-
respondence of several literary characters, amongst whom
were Burns and Macneill. About the beginning of 1801, an
abscess broke out in his breast, which, notwithstanding every
possible care and the best medical assistance, put a period to
his existence on the 10th of May 1801, in the 25th year of
his age.
During his last illness, although unable from weakness to
hold a pen, he committed several of his poems to paper, writ-
ten with a black lead pencil. Mr Stark, in his Biographica
Scotica, justly observes, that " Of all the writings of Mr
Gall, the tendency is uniformly virtuous. But this is not
their only merit. A rich vein of poetry pervades them ;
the sentiments are striking ; the language simple and unaf-
fected."
Mr Gall's Poetical Works were lately published in a neat
volume 12mo, by Messrs Oliver & Boyd, with a Life of the
Author, elegantly written, by the Rev. Alexander Stewart.
DIX.
AS I WENT O'ER THE HIGHLAND HILLS.
This is the well-known ballad of " Peggy Bawn," which
has long been a favourite at the firesides of the peasantry of
Scotland, although it does not appear to have been honoured
with a place in any regular collection until the publication of
the Museum. The air is said to be Irish, but the ballad it-
self is unquestionably of Scottish origin. The tune, how-
ever, is very pretty. It was made into an excellent rondo,
with variations for the piano-forte or harpsichord, by Butler
the organist, which has had a considerable run. The author
of the words and music has not yet been discovered.
445
DX.
O, CHERUB CONTENT.
This beautiful song was written by Thomas Campbell,
Esq. author of the Pleasures of Hope, Gertrude of Wyo-
ming, and many other excellent poems. The words are
adapted to the favourite Irish air, called Coolun. Mr Camp-
bell evinced considerable abilities, both as a poet and a scho-
lar, at a very early period of life. The present Editor recol-
lects of having read a poem, called " The Choice of Paris,"
written by Mr Campbell, when he was a boy at the high-
school of Glasgow. Mr Campbell entered that seminary on
10th October 1785.
DXI.
AS WALKING FORTH TO VIEW.
This ballad was printed in Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscel-
lany in 1724, with the letter Q annexed, to denote that it was
an old song with alterations. It is entitled 66 Omnia vincit
amor," i. e. " Love conquers all."
In Skene's music manuscripts, written in the reign of
James YI, of Scotland, there is an air with the same Latin
title inserted in book sixth, after " Lady Rothemayes Lilt."
The original ballad must therefore have been a favourite
long before the year 1600. It seems to have been set to
various tunes, for in Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Compa-
nion, book viii. there is a slow air, in common time, entitled
" Omnia vincit amor," which is quite different from the air
in Skene's MSS. as well as that in the Museum. But the
Editor is of opinion, that neither the airs published by Os-
wald nor Johnson are so old as the words.
DXII.
THE BATTLE OF HARLAW.
This old ballad, beginning " Frae Dunicleir, as I cam
throuch," gives a very minute and faithful account of the
cause and issue of the battle of Harlaw, fought on the 24th
day of July 1411, between Donald, Lord of the Isles, and
the Earl of Mar, son of Robert, Duke of Albany, Regent
446
DXII. — THE BATTLE OF HARLAW.
of Scotland, during the captivity of his nephew, James I.
King of Scots- Harlaw, where the battle took place, is situ-
ated in Garioch, a district in Aberdeenshire. The royal
army on this occasion were completely victorious ; Donald's
forces being defeated with great slaughter.
" The Battel of Hayrlaw" is quoted as one of the " sweet
sangis," in Wedderburn's " Complain te of Scotlande," printed
in 1549 ; but, so far as we know, no printed edition of this
celebrated ballad has yet been discovered, prior to that in
Ramsay's Evergreen, published at Edinburgh in 1724, from
an ancient manuscript copy. The late Lord Hailes seemed to
have entertained some doubts of its being a genuine produc-
tion of the 15th century; because Ramsay did not scruple
on some occasions to retrench, or substitute verses of his own
for originals of the ancient poetry which he collected. The
present ballad, however, is so very different from the style
and structure of every production of Ramsay, and bears
such evident and strong marks of antiquity, that, making al-
lowance for some verbal alterations which may, perhaps,
have been substituted for a few of the more ancient and ob-
solete words, there can scarcely remain a doubt of its ge-
nuine authenticity. Indeed, Ritson, who in general had
little or no faith in any of the Scottish traditions, thus ex-
presses himself with regard to this ballad. " The Battel of
Hayrlaw," (mentioned by Wedderburne) is presumed to be
the fine poem printed in the " Evergreen," which, with sub-
mission to the opinion of the late Lord Hailes, may, for any
thing that appears either in or out of it to the contrary, be as
old as the 15th century."
In Drummond of Hawthornden's mock-heroic poem, which
was edited, with notes and illustrations, by Bishop Gibson
in 1691, mention is made of a bagpipe tune, called the Battle
of Harlaw —
" Inter 'ca ante alios dux Piper Laius heros,
Precedent, magnamque gC7'cns cum burdine pypam,
Incipit IIaiilaii cunctis sonare Battellum."
DXII.— THE BATTLE OF HARLAW.
447
The present Editor is in possession of a folio manuscript of
Scots tunes of considerable antiquity, wherein this pibroch is
inserted under the title of the " Battle of Hardlaw." It is
nere annexed :
BATTLE OF HARDLAW. A Pibroch.
Mr Ritson conjectures, that this ballad must have been
sung to a very slow air ; but none of these long ballads were
sung in adagio time. It seems highly probable, that this
ballad was chanted to the first strain of the old pibroch,
which contains the whole air, and suits the measure of the
stanza. The other strains of this wild pibroch are evidently
mere variations of the theme or first strain.
As Johnson was under the necessity of curtailing this fine
old historical ballad, on account of the limited size of his
sixth volume, it is here reprinted from Ramsay's Evergreen,
1724.
THE BATTLE OF HARLAW.
Frae Dunideir as I cam throuch,
Doun by the hill of Banochie,
Allangst the lands of Garioch,
Grit pitie was to heir and se,
The noys and dulesum hermonie,
That evir that driery day did daw.
448
DXII.-— THE BATTLE OF HARLAW.
Cry and the corynoch* on hie,
(t Alas, Alas ! for the Harlaw \"
ii.
I marvlit what the matter meint,
All folks were in a fiery fairy,t
I wist not quha was fae or friend,
Zit quietly I did me carrie :
But sen the days of auld King Harrie,}:
Sic slauchter was not hard or sene ;
And thair I had nae tyme to tairy,
For bissiness in Aberdene.
in.
Thus as I walkit on the way,
To Inverury as I went,
I met a man, and bad him stay,
Requesting him to mak me 'quaint
Of the beginning and the event
That happenit thare at the Harlaw ;
Then he entreated me tak tent,
And he the truth sould to me schaw.
IV.
Grit Donald of the Yles did claim
Unto the lands of Ross sum richt,
And to the Governour he came,
Them for to haif gif that he micht ;
Quha saw his interest was but slicht,
And thairfore answerit with disdain ;
He hastit hame baith day and nicht,
And sent nae bod word § back again.
v.
But Donald richt impatient
Of that answer Duke Robert gaif,
He vow'd to God Omnipotent
All the hale lands of Ross to haif,
Or ells be graithed in his graif :
He wald not quat his richt for nocht,
Nor be abusit lyk a slaif,
That bargane sould be deirly bocht.
• Corynoch, i. e. a funeral dirge, or lament for the dead,
f Bustle and confusion.
$ Whilst our Malcolm IV. was on the Continent with Henry II. of England,
Somerled, Thane of Argyle, who aspired to the throne of Scodand, raised a for-
midable rebellion in the north, which was fortunately quelled by the Earl of
Angus, commander of the royal army, who defeated Somerled's forces with im-
mense slaughter. It is a singular coincidence, that Donald, Lord of the Isles, like-
wise took the opportunity of urging his claim to the lands of Boss, during the ab-
sence of his Sovereign ; James I. being, at this period, a captive in England.
§ Reply, or message.
JDXI1. THE BATTLE OF HAUL AW.
449
VI.
Then haistylie he did command
That all his weir-men should convene,
Ilk ane well harnisit frae hand
To meit and heir quhat he did mein ;
He waxit wraith and vowit tein,
Sweirand he wald surpryse the north,
Subdew the brugh of Aberdene,
Merns, Angus, and all Fyfe to Forth,
VII.
Thus with the weir-men of the Yles,
Quha war ay at his bidding bown,
With money made, with forss and wyles,
Right far and neir, baith up and down,
Throw mount and muir, frae town to town,
Alangst the land of Ross he roars,
And all obey it at his bandown,
Evin frae the north to suthren shoars.
VIII.
Then all the countrie men did yeild,
For nae resistans durst they mak,
Nor offer battil in the field,
Be forss of arms to beir him bak ;
Syne thay resolvit all, and spak
The best it was for their behufe,
They sould him for thair chiftain tak,
Believing weil he did them lufe.
IX.
Then he a proclamation maid,
All men to meet at Inverness,
Throw Murray-Land to mak a raid
Frae Arthursyre unto Spey-ness ;
And, furthermair, he sent express,
To schaw his collours and ensenyie
To all and sindry, mair and less,
Throuchout the boundis of Boyn and Enyie.
x.
And then throw fair Strathbogie land,
His purpose was for to pursew,
And quhasoever durst gainstand,
That race they should full sairly rew.
Then he bad all his men be trew,
And him defend by forss and slicht,
And promist them rewairds anew,
And mak them men of mekle m'tcht.
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450
DXII.— THE BATTLE OF HARLAW.
XI.
Without resistans, as he said,
Throw all these parts he stoutly past,
Quhair sum war wae, and sum war glaid,
But Garioch was all agast ;
Throw all these fields he sped him fast,
For sic a sicht was nevir sene,
And then forsuith, he langd at last
To see the bruch of Aberdene.
XII.
To hinder this prowd enterprise,
The stout and michty Erie of Mar,
With ail his men in arms did ryse,
Even frae Curgarf to Craigyvar,
And down the syde of Don richt far,
Angus and Mearns did all convene,
To fecht, or Donald cam sae nar,
The ryall bruch of Aberdene.
XIII.
And thus the martial Erie of Mar,
Marcht with his men in richt array,
Before the enemie was aware,
His banner bauldly did display ;
For weil eneuch they kend the way,
And all their semblance weil they saw,
Withoutin dangir or delay,
Came haistily to the Harlaw.
XIV.
With him the braif Lord Ogilvy,
Of Angus Sheriff principal ;
The Constabill of gude Dunde,
The vanguard led before them all ;
Suppose in number they were small,
They first richt bauldlie did pursew,
And maid their faes befor them fall,
Quha then that race did sairly rew.
XV.
And then the worthy Lord Saltoun,
The strong undoubted laird of Drum,
The Stalwart laird of Lawriestoune,
With ilk thair forces all and sum ;
Panmuir with all his men did cum ;
The Provost of brave Aberdene,
With trumpets and with tuick of drum,
Came shortly in their armour schenc.
DXIII.— THE BATTLE OF HARLAW.
XVI.
These, with the Erie of Mar, came on
In the reir-ward richt orderlie,
Their enemies to set upon,
In awful manner hardily ;
Togither vowit to live or die,
Since they had marchit mony miles,
For to suppress the tyrannie
Of doubted Donald of the Yles.
XVII.
But he in number ten to ane,
Richt subtilie alang did ride,
With Malcolmtosh and fell Maclean,
With all their power at their syde ;
Presumeand on their strength and pryde,
Without all feir of ony aw,
Richt bauldlie battill till abyde
Hard by the town of fair Harlaw.
XVIII.
The armies met, the trumpet sounds,
The dandling drums alloud did tuik,
Baith armies byding on the bounds,
Till ane of them the field sould bruik ;
Nae help was thairfor, nane wad jouk,
Ferss was the fecht on ilka syde,
And on the ground lay mony a bouk
Of them that there did battill byd.
XIX.
With doutsum victorie they dealt,
The bludy battill lastit lang ;
Each man his nibour's forss there felt,
The weakest aft-times gat the wrang ;
There was nae mowis there them amang,
Naething was hard but heavy knocks.
That echo maid a dulefull sang,
Thairto resounding frae the rocks.
xx.
But Donald's men at last gaif back,
For they war all out of array,
The Erl of Mar's men throw them brak,
Pursewing shairply in thair way,
Thair enemys to tak or slay,
Be dint of forss to gar them yield ;
Quha war richt blyth to win away,
And *ae for feirdness tint the fray.
DXII. — THE BATTLE OF HARLAW.
XXI.
Then Donald fled, and that full fast,
To mountains hich for all his micht,
For he and his war all agast,
And ran till they war out of sicht ;
And sae of Ross he lost his richt,
Thoch mony men with him he brocht,
Towards the Yles fled day and nicht,
And all he wan was deirlie bocht.
XXII.
This is (quod he) the richt report
Of all that I did heir and knaw,
Thoch my discourse be sumthing short
Tak this to be a richt suthe saw.
Contrair God and the King's law,
Thair was spilt mekle Christian blude,
Into the battil of Harlaw :
This is sum, sae I conclude.
XXIII.
But zit a bonny whyle abide,
An I sail mak thee clearly ken,
Quhat slauchter was on ilka syde,
Of Lowland and of Highland men ;
Quha for thair awin haif ever bene,
These lazie lowns micht weilbe spaird,
Chessit lyke deirs into thair den,
And gat thair wages for rewaird.
XXIV.
Malcolmtosh of the clan heid chief,
Maclean with his grit hauchty heid,
With all thair succour and relief
War dulefully dung to the deid ;
And now we are freid of thair feid
And will not lang to come again
Thousands with them without remeid
On Donald syd, that day war slain.
xxv.
And on the uther syd war lost,
Into the field that dismal day,
Chief men of worth (of mekle cost),
To be lamentit sair for ay j
The Lord Saltoun of Rothemay,
A man of micht and mekle main,
Grit dolour was for his decay
That sae unhappylie was slain.
DXII. THE BATTLE OF HAHLAW.
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XXVI.
Of the best men amang them was
The gracious gude Lord Ogilvy,
The sheriff-principal of Angus
Renownit for truth and equitie,
For faith and magnanimitie ;
He had few fallows in the feild
Zit fell by fatal destinie,
For he nae ways wad grant to zield.
XXVII.
Sir James Scrimgeor of Duddop, knicht,
Grit Constabill of fair Dundee,
Unto the duleful deith was dicht,
The King's chief banner-man was he,
A valiant man of chevalrie,
Quhais predecessors wan that place
At Spey, with gude King William frie,
Gainst Murray and Macdun can's race.
XXVIII.
Gude Sir Alexander Irving,
The much renownit laird of Drum,
Nane in his days was better sene,
Quhen they were semblitall and sum,
To praise him we sould not be dumm,
For valour, witt, and worthy ness,
To end his days he there did cum,
Quhois ransom is remeidyless.
xxix.
And there the knicht of Lawriston
Was slain into his armour schene ;
And gude Sir Robert Davidson,
Quha Provost was of Aberdene ;
The knicht of Panmuir, als was sene,
A mortal man in armour bricht,
Sir Thomas Murray, stout and kene,
Left to the world thair lost gude nicht.
XXX.
There was not sin King Keneth's days
Sic strange intestine cruel stryf
In Scotland sene, as ilk man says,
Quhair mony liklie lost thair lyfe ;
Quhilk made divorce twene man and wyfe
And mony children fatherless,
Quhilk in this realm hath been full ryfe
Lord help these lands, our wrangs redress '
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DXII.— THE BATTLE OF HAUL AW.
XXXI.
In July, on Saint James his even',
That four-and-twenty dismall day,
Twelve hundred ten score and eleven
Of Zeirs sen Chryst, the suth to say ;
Men will remember, as they may,
Quhen thus the verite they know,
And mony ane may mourn for ay
The brim battill of the Harlaw.
In the reign of Henry the II. of England, Scotland was torn
by intestine broils and insurrections. This was occasioned
by the servile conduct towards that monarch, both by Mal-
com, and his brother and successor William, kings of Scot-
land, which disgusted and enraged the Scottish chiefs. Du-
ring the reign of William, Donald, another Lord of the Isles,
likewise invaded Scotland, and committed horrid ravages in
the counties of Ross and Murray. This person was a pro-
genitor of the Donald mentioned in the ballad, and claimed
the crown in right of Duncan, the bastard King of Scots.
This circumstance is alluded to in stanza xxvii. On the
5th July 1187, however, Roland, the gallant hero of Gal-
loway, decided the fate of the older Donald, who was slain in
an accidental rencounter of a foraging party, and the greater
part of his followers were put to the sword.
The wild melody, to which the ballad of Harlaw is adapt-
ed in the Museum, is evidently the progenitor of the old
Highland Pibroch formerly mentioned. The second stanza
is merely a slight alteration of the first.
DXIII.
O BOTHWELL BANK, THOU BLOOMEST FAIR.
This song was written by Mr John Pinkerton, the historian,
who is a native of Edinburgh. The words are adapted to a
fine modern air, which was composed by Mr Fergus, organist
of the Episcopal Chapel, Glasgow.
In 1783, Mr Pinkerton published this song, alongst with
several other pieces, as genuine old Scottish reliques. The
forgery of these poems, however, being detected by a gen-
tleman, who directly accused Mr P. by a letter inserted in
DXIII. O BOTHWELL BANK, THOU BLOOMEST FAIR. 455
the Gentleman's Magazine, for November 1784-. Our his-
torian confessed himself guilty. In palliation of his conduct,
he pleads his youth and purity of intention ; professing that
the imposition was only intended to give pleasure to the
world. " All which, (says the satirical Ritson,) it is to be
hoped he has found some charitable person to believe!"
Ritson's Essay on Scottish Song, p. 77.
Burns makes the following remark on this song : « This
modern thing of Pinkerton's could never pass for old, but
among the sheer ignorant. What poet of the olden time, or
indeed of any time, ever said or wrote any thing like the
line —
(c Without ae flouir his grave to crown."
" This is not only the pedantry of tenderness, but the
very bathos of bad writing." See Select Scottish Songs, with
Critical Remarks by Burns; edited by Cromek. 2 vols.
London. 1810.
It is neither the Editor's intention to palliate imposition,
nor defend poetry that is really bad ; but he is of opinion,
that a slight alteration of the second stanza is all that the
song requires to render it unexceptionable. Indeed Burns,
in one of his letters, (see vol. iv. letter No 28, in Dr Currie s
edition,) afterwards admits, that " Mr Pinkerton, in his
what he calls ancient ballads, many of them, though notori-
ous, are beautiful enough forgeries."
DXIV.
WEE WILLY GRAY.
This comic little song, intended for the nursery, was written
by Burns. It is adapted to the lively tune, called, « Wee
Totum Fogg;" the first line of a much older ditty of the
same description, which Burns must have had in view when
he wrote the words for the Museum. It began,
Wee Totum Fogg-
Sits upon a creepie ;
Half an ell o' gray
Wad be his coat and breekie.
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DXIV. WEE WILLY GRAY.
These old tunes— Wee Totum Fogg— The Dusty Miller-
Go to Berwick, Johnnie — Mount your Baggage — Robin
Shure in Hardest — Jockey said to Jenny, fyc. §c, have been
played in Scotland, time out of mind, as a particular species
of " the double hornpipe"' The late James Allan, piper to
the Duke of Northumberland, assured the present Editor,
that this peculiar measure originated in the borders of Eng-
land and Scotland. Playford has inserted several of them
in his " Dancing Master," first published in 1658. Some
modern imitations of this old style appear in Gow's Repo-
sitories, and several other collections of Scotch tunes.
DXV.
LAMMINGTON RACES.
This ballad, beginning " When the days they are lang,"
commemorates a horse-race of* Lammington, in the county of
Lanark. It possesses considerable humour ; and the tune to
which it is adapted is lively enough ; but aWjeua: oVesprit, of
a local or personal nature, generally cease to be interesting
when the original characters are no more. The song was
written by Mr Macaulay, an acquaintance of Mr Johnson ;
but the composer of the air is unknown.
DXV I.
THE BANKS OF THE DEE.
This charming song, beginning " 'Twas summer, and
softly the breezes were blowing," was written by the late John
Tait, Esq. writer to, the signet, and some time judge of the
Police Court, Edinburgh. It is adapted to the Irish air
called Langolee. This song has often, though erroneously,
been attributed to the Rev. Mr John Home, author of the
tragedy of " Douglas.'" It was inserted in Wilson's Collec-
tion of Songs, printed at Edinburgh 1779, with some addi-
tional stanzas written by Miss Betsy B — s ; but the lady's
verses are far inferior to the original. Mr T ait's song was
written in 1775, on the departure of a friend for America to
join the British forces, who were at that time endeavouring
" to quell the proud rebels'0 of Columbia ; but the issue of
DXVI. THE BANKS OF THE DEE. 457
that contest was very different from the anticipations of the
bard. The Americans, after a long and arduous contest,
proved ultimately successful ; and their independence was
acknowledged, on the part of Great Britain, by a treaty of
peace ratified in 1783.
Burns, in one of his letters to Mr George Thomson, dated
7th April 1793, says, « The Banks of the Dee is, you know,
literally Langolee, to slow time. The song is well enough'
but has some false imagery in it ; for instance,
" And sweetly the nightingale sung from the tree."
« In the first place, the nightingale sings in a low bush, but
never from a tree ; and in the second place, there never was
a nightingale seen or heard on the banks of the Dee, or on
the banks of any other river in Scotland. Exotic rural
imagery is always comparatively flat."
The justice of these remarks appears to have been admit-
ted by Mr Tait ; for in a new edition of the song, retouched
by himself, thirty years after its first appearance, for Mr
Thomson's Collection, and published in the fourth volume of
that work, the first half stanza is printed thus
'Twas summer, and softly the breezes were blowing,
And sweetly the wood-pigeon coo'd from the tree.
At the foot of a rock, where the wild-rose was growing,
I sat myself down on the banks of the Dee.
The only other corrections and alterations are as follow—.
Stanza II. line 5,
For loud roaring, read rude roaring.
Stanza II. line 8,
For And left me to stray 'mongst these once loved willows,
Read And left me to wander 'mongst these once loved willows.
Stanza III. line 2,
For dear shepherd, read dear Jamie.
DXVII.
SCENES OF WOE AND SCENES OF PLEASURE.
This elegant and pathetic song was written by Mr Richard
Gall, who has already been noticed in a former part of this
458 DXVII. SCENES OF WOE AND SCENES OF PLEASURE.
work. — Vide Notes on Song No 508. The air to which it is
adapted was composed by Mr Allan Masterton, who has also
been often mentioned in the course of the present Editor's
remarks.
The following particulars respecting this song are extracted
from Mr Stark's Sketch of the Life of Richard Gall, printed in
the Biographia Scotica, at Edinburgh, 1805. 44 One of Mr
Gall's songs in particular, the original of which I have by me,
has acquired a degree of praise, from its having been printed
amongst the works of Burns, and generally thought the pro-
duction of that poet. The reverse, indeed, was only known
to a few of Mr Gall's friends, to whom he communicated the
verses before they were published. The fame of Burns stands
in no need of the aid of others to support it ; and to render
back the song in question to its true author, is but an act of
distributive justice, due alike to both these departed poets,
whose ears are now equally insensible to the incense of flat-
tery or the slanders of malevolence. At the time when the
4 Scots Musical Museum' was published at Edinburgh by
Mr Johnson, several of Burns's songs made their appearance
in that publication. Mr Gall wrote the song entitled 4 Fare-
well to Ayrshire,' prefixed Burns' name to it, and sent it ano-
nymously to the publisher of that work. From thence it has
been copied into the later editions of the works of Burns. In
publishing the song in this manner, Mr Gall probably thought,
that under the sanction of a name known to the world,
might acquire that notice, which, in other circumstances, il
might never have obtained, but have been doomed to waste
its sweetness in the desart air"
The particulars mentioned in the preceding extract by M
Stark, who was intimately acquainted with Mr Gall, (both o
them being employed in the same printing-office,) may be re
lied upon as being correct. The manuscript of the song, i
the hand-writing of Mr Gall, is in the possession of the
Editor
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DXVIII.
GO TO BERWICK, JOHNNY.
Ritson says, he " has heard gravely asserted in Edinburgh,
that a foolish song, beginning
Go, go, go,
Go to Berwick, Johnny ;
Thou shalt have the horse,
And I shall have the poney,
was actually made on one of Sir William Wallace the ScoU
tish hero's marauding expeditions ; and that the person thus
addressed was no other than his Jidus Achates, Sir John
Graham. — Historical Essay on Scottish Song, p. 26. The
writer of this note, however, can safely aver, that he never
heard such an assertion from the lips of any Scotsman, nor
ever saw such an allegation in print, till he met with Ritson's
Essay. That gentleman must certainly have been imposed
upon by the gravity of some wag. The silly old verses are
usually chanted by nurses to divert their little ones, and
have not the smallest allusion either to Wallace or Graham.
The words, which are adapted to the old air in the Mu-
seum, were written by the late Mr John Hamilton, music-
seller in Edinburgh, who contributed several songs to the
same work. Oswald published the air, with variations, in his
Caledonian Pocket Companion. It has since been arranged
as a rondo for the piano-forte, by various masters.
DXIX.
'TWAS AT THE SHINING MID-DAY HOUR.
This burlesque parody of Mallet's beautiful ballad of
" William and Margaret,"" was written by Allan Ramsay for
the fourth volume of his Tea-Table Miscellany, where it
made its first appearance under the title of " Watty and
Madge.1' The words are adapted to a fine old tune, called
The Maid in the Mill, taken from the seventh volume of
Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Companion, p. 27.
The reader will find Mallet's ballad of William and Mar-
garet, adapted to a fine air composed by the late Mr Stephen
460 , DXIX. — 'twas at the shining mid-day hour.
Clarke, in the sixth volume of the Museum. — Vide Song No
536. In the second edition of the Orpheus Caledonius,
printed in 1733, Mr William Thomson, the editor of that
work, adapted Mallet's ballad to the old tune of Chevy Chace.
DXX.
HAVE YOU ANY POTS OR PANS?
This humorous song was written by Allan Ramsay, and
published in his Tea-Table Miscellany 1724, as a substitute
for the words of the old song called " Clout the Cauldron."
The original tune is printed in the first volume of the Mu-
seum, p. 24, with some curious Scoto- Gaelic verses.^ — See the
Notes on that Song, No 23.
In the sixth volume of the Museum, Ramsay's verses are
adapted to the favourite strathspey, called " Cameron has got
his Wife again."
DXXI.
NOW BANK AND BRAE ARE CLOTHED WITH GREEN.
This fine Scottish pastoral song was written by Gall, and
is printed in his poetical works. The words are adapted to
a very beautiful tune, called M Cassilis Banks."
" Girvan's fairy-haunted stream," is a well known river in
Ayrshire, which rises in the parish of Dailly, and after
meandering through the district of Carrick, pours its waters
into the Irish Channel at the ancient village of Girvan, to
which it gives its name.
DXXII.
AE DAY A BRAW WOOER.
This humorous song was written by Burns in 1787, for
the second volume of the Museum ; but Johnson, the pub-
lisher, who was a religious and well-meaning man, appeared
fastidious about its insertion, as one or two expressions in it
seemed somewhat irreverent. Burns afterwards made several
alterations upon the song, and sent it to Mr George Thom-
son for his Collection, who readily admitted it into his se-
cond volume, and the song soon became very popular.
Johnson, however, did not consider it at all improved by the
DXXJI. AE DAY A Ml AW WOO EH.
461
later alterations of our bard. It soon appeared to him to
have lost much of its pristine humour and simplicity ; and
the phrases which he had objected to were changed greatly
for the worse. He therefore published the song as originally
written by Burns for his work. In order to enable the reader
to judge how far Johnson was, or was not correct, both edi-
tions of the song are here annexed.
FIRST EDITION.
Ae day a braw wooer came down the lang glen.
And sair wi' his love he did deave me ;
But I said there was naething I hated like men ;
The deuce gae wi' him to believe me !
A weel stockit mailen himsel o't the laird,
And bridal aff han' was the proffer ;
I never loot on that I kend or I card,
But thought I might get a waur offer.
He spak o' the darts o' my bonnie black een,
And said for my love he was diem* ;
I said he might die when he liket, for Jean ;
The gude forgie me for liein f
But what do ye think, in a fortnight or less,
(The deii's in his taste to gae near her,)
He's down to the castle to black cousin Bess,
Think, how the jade I could bear her.
An' a' the niest ouk as I fretted wi' care,
I gaed to the tryst o' Dalgarnock ;
And wha but my braw fickle wooer was there,
Wha glowr'd as if he'd seen a warlock.
Out oure my left shouther I gied him a blink,
Lest neighbours shou'd think I was saucy,
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd that I was his dear lassie.
I spier'd for my cousin, fu' couthie and sweet,
An' if she had recover'd her hearin' ?
And how my auld shoon fitted her shauchel't feet ?
Gude saf us how he fell a swearin' !
He begg'd me for gudesake that I'd be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow ;
And just to preserve the poor body in life,
I think I will wed him to-morrow.
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dxxii
, AE DAY A DRAW WOOER.
SECOND EDITION.
Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me.
I said there was naething I hated like men ;
The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me,
The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me/
He spak o' the darts o' my bonnie black een,
And vow'd for my love he was dying ;
I said he might die when he lik'd, for Jean,
The Lord forgie me for lying, for lying,
The Lord forgie me for lying !
A weel-stockit mailen himsel for the laird,
And marriage aff-hand were the proffers ;
I never loot on that I kend it or card,
But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers,
But thought I might hae waur offers.
But what wad- ye think ? in a fortnight or less,
(The deil tak his taste to gae near her)
He's up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how, the jad ! I could bear her, could bear her,
Guess ye how, the jad ! I could bear her.
But a' the niest week, as I fretted with care,
I gaed to the tryst of Dalgarnock,
And wha but my fine fickle lover was there !
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock, a warlock,
I glowr'd as I'd seen a warlock.
But owre my left shouther I gae him a blink,
Least neebors might say I was saucy ;
My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie,
And vow'd I was his dear lassie.
I spier'd for my cousin, fu' couthy an' sweet,
Gin she had recover'd her hearin,
And how her new shoon fit her auld shackl't feet,
But, Heavens ! how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But, Heavens ! how he fell a swearin.
He begged, for gudesake ! I wad be his wife,
Or else I wad kill him wi' sorrow :
So e'en to preserve the poor body in life,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow, to-morrow,
I think I maun wed him to-morrow.
These alterations, in general, are certainly far from being
the happiest style of Burns. Indeed he appears to have
DXXII.— AK DAY A BRAW WOOER. 463
been in bad health and spirits when he made them ; for, in
the letter inclosing the song, he says, « I am at present
quite occupied with the charming sensations of the tooth-
ach, so have not a word to spare."
Dr Currie likewise informs us, that the third line of the
fourth stanza, in the manuscript sent to Mr Thomson, runs
" He up the Gateslack to my black cousin Bess but Mr
T. objected to this word, as well as to the word Dalgarnock
in the next verse. Burns replied as follows :
" Gateslack is the name of a particular place ; a kind of
passage up among the Lauther hills, on the confines of this
county (Dumfries-shire). Dalgarnock is also the remains of
a romantic spot near the Nith, where are still a ruined church
and a burial ground. However, let the first line run, « He
up the lang loan" &c.
Dr Currie remarks, that « It is always a pity to throw out
any thing that gives locality to our poet's verses."
It only remains to be observed, that this song is adapted
to the tune called The Queen of the Lothians, the name of
a curious old ballad, which is produced in the sixth volume
of the Museum, and inserted after the modern verses by Burns.
DXXIII.
GUDEEN TO YOU, KIMMER.
This comic song was corrected by Burns. The greater
part of the verses, however, are taken from the old satirical
song formerly sung to that tune of « John Anderson my Jo "
See the notes on that song, No 260. The words are adapted
to the old tune of "We're a' nid noddin in our House at hame."
DXXIV.
IN BRECHIN DID A WABSTER DWELL.
This is only a fragment of a long ballad frequently heard
at country firesides, entitled « The Brechin Weaver." It
possesses some traits of humour, though not of the first or-
der. The specimen in the Museum is certainly quite enough
The tune to which the ballad is chanted, however, is very
pretty. J
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DXXV.
WILLY'S RARE AND WILLY'S FAIR.
This ancient fragment, with its original air, was copied
from Thomson's Orpheus Caledonius. London, 1725. The
editor has often heard the following additional stanza, though
it is omitted by Thomson.
She's taen three links o' her gowden locks ;
That hung down lang and yallow,
She's tied them about sweet Willy's waist,
And drawn him out of Yarrow.
This poetical relique of some ancient and long forgotten
minstrel, has given rise to two beautiful modern ballads.
The first of these, entitled, " The Braes of Yarrow," was
written in imitation of the ancient Scottish manner, and in-
scribed to Lady Jane Home, by William Hamilton of Ban-
gour, Esq., prior to the year 1724; It is printed in Ram-
say's Tea-table Miscellany of that date ; and in the following
year, Thomson published it adapted to the old tune of one
strain in his Orpheus Caledonius. The first half stanza of
Bangour's ballad, beginning, " Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny
bonny bride? is all that remains of the old song, called " The
Braes of Yarrow." Ramsay has also preserved the first half
stanza of the original verses, in the song which he wrote to
the same tune. See the first volume of the Museum, page
65. The other ballad, of * The Braes of Yarrow," was writ-
ten by the late Rev. Mr John Logan, one of the ministers of
Leith. It begins,
Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream !
When first on them I met my lover,
Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream !
When now thy waves his body cover.
Both these ballads may be seen in the poetical works of
their respective authors, and in various other collections of
poetry. It appears, on comparing Ban gour" s ballad, as in-
serted in the Tea-table Miscellany, and the Orpheus Caledo-
DXXV. — willy's rare and willy's fair.
465
nius, with a later version in the author's poetical works, that
he had made some slight corrections on the earlier edition.
It remains to be observed, that in the year 1777, the words
of this ancient song received some alterations and additions
from the pen of an Englishman, which were set to a beautiful
modern air, composed by Mr James Hook of London. This
Anglo-Scottish production was sung by Mrs Wrighten at
Vauxhall with much applause in the summer of 1777, and
was published among the other Vauxhall songs of that year.
It has since been frequently reprinted.
dxxvi.
MY DADDY LEFT ME GEAR ENOUGH.
This humorous old ballad was taken from Thomson's
Orpheus Caledonius, printed with the music in ] 725, under
the title of " Willie Winkie's Testament;' The enumeration
of the testator's goods and effects is extremely comic. This
curious ballad appears to have been unknown to Ramsay, as
it is omitted in the Tea-Table Miscellany.
DXXVII.
STERN WINTER HAS LEFT US.
First Set.
Tins ballad was copied from Yair's Charmer, vol. ii. print-
ted at Edinburgh in 1721. The original air, under the title
of « Jocky and Jenny," is inserted in the fifth volume of
Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Companion, p. 31.
This appears to have been a very popular song, both in
England and Scotland, about the middle of the last century,
for the verses, although adapted to a different air from that
in Oswald's Collection, are printed in the * The Muses De-
light" at Liverpool in 1754, under the title of « Jocky and
Jenny, a dialogue sung by Mr Lowe and Miss Falkner."
In, the Museum this ballad is adapted to two tunes. The
first set a Gaelic air. The other is an Irish melody.
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DXXVIII.
STERN WINTER HAS LEFT US.
Second Set.
This is the ballad J ocky and Jenny, above noticed, adapt-
ed to the Irish tune called Kitty TyrelU Johnson had
heard the ballad sung to both tunes, and being unable to de-
cide which was best, he inserted them both that the singer
might choose for himself. This ballad has therefore been
adapted to four different tunes. The original Scottish air is
in Oswald ; the English air in the " Muses Delight and the
Irish and Gaelic tunes the in Museum.
DXXIX.
AH, MARY ! SWEETEST MAID, FAREWELL.
This charming pastoral dialogue, between Willie and Mary,
was written by Alexander Boswell of Auchinleck, Esq. M. P.
It was originally published as a single sheet song, by Messrs
Gow & Shepherd, music-sellers in Edinburgh. Mr Na-
thaniel Gow tells me, it was at his particular request that Mr
Boswell furnished him with the words. The verses are
adapted to the beautiful slow strathspey tune called " The
Maid of Isla," which was communicated to Mr Gow by the
late Colonel John Campbell of Shawfield and his Lady.
DXXX.
ANNA THY CHARMS MY BOSOM FIRE.
This sweet song of two stanzas was written by Burns, and
published in the Edinburgh edition of his Poems in 1787.
It is adapted to a very beautiful and plaintive air composed
by Oswald, and published in the first volume of his Ca-
ledonian Pocket Companion, under the title of " Bonny
Mary."
DXXXI.
THY CHEEK IS O' THE ROSE'S HUE.
This beautiful song, which is another of the productions
of the late Mr Richard Gall, was written at the earnest re-
quest of Mr Thomas Oliver, Printer and Publisher, Edin-
burgh, an intimate acquaintance of the author's. Mr Oliver
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heard it sung in the Pantomime of Harlequin Highlander, at
the Circus, and was so struck with the melody, that it dwelt
upon his mind ; but the only part of the words he recollected
were,
My love's the sweetest creature,
That ever trode the dewy green ;
Her cheeks they are like roses,
Wi' the op'ning gowan wet between.
And having no way of procuring the verses he had heard, he
requested Mr Gall to write words to his favourite'tune. Our
young bard promised to do so ; and in a few days presented
him with this elegant song, in which the title of the tune is
happily introduced at the close of every stanza.
DXXXII.
0 AY MY WIFE SHE DANG ME.
This humorous song was written by Burns for the Mu-
seum. The old air to which his verses are adapted, orioi-
nally consisted of one strain, but Oswald made two variations
to it, and published them with the old melody in his Cale-
donian Pocket Companion, book vi. p. iv. under the title of
« My wife she dang me/' The tune in the Museum is com-
posed of the original melody, and the first of Oswald's varia-
tions. I have heard several of the old verses sung, but they
are of such a nature as to render them quite unfit for inser-
tion.
DXXXIII.
COME UNDER MY PLAIDY.
This fine ballad is another production of my late friend,
Hector Macneill, Esq. who has frequently been noticed in the
course of this work. It is adapted to a lively air called
" Johny M'Gill," after the name of its composer, Mr John
M'Gill, who was a musician in Girvan, Ayrshire. Burns
likewise wrote some verses to the same tune, which are in-
serted in the third volume of the Museum. Vide Notes on
Song No. 207.
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DXXXIV.
COME FOLLOW, FOLLOW ME.
Neither the words nor music of this excellent old ballad,
entitled " The Fairy Elves,1' are of Scottish origin, although
it has long been a favourite in Scotland. The poetry is at-
tributed to Christopher Mario w, and the melody to John
Dowland, both Englishmen. The former was an eminent-
dramatic.poet, and the latter a celebrated musician, in the reign
of Queen Elizabeth. Marlow fell a victim to jealousy, the
most torturing passion of the human breast ; he was stabbed
in a brothel, by a fellow whom he found with his mistress, and,
notwithstanding the best medical care and attention, died
soon after, in 1593.
Mr Gay, author of " The Beggar's Opera," wrote the fol-
lowing words to the same old tune in another musical opera
of his, called " Achilles,1"' printed with the music prefixed to
each song by John Watts of London, in 1733, after the
author's decease.
Air. — Fairy Elves.
O guard your hours from care,
Of Jealousy beware ;
For she with fancied sprites,
Herself torments and frights ;
Thus she frets, and pines, and grieves,
Raising fears that she believes.
Bishop Percy published an edition of the Fairy Elves in
1765, taken from an old black letter copy, under title of
" The Fairy Queen."" The ancient set of the air and that in
the Museum are very similar.
DXXXV.
LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET.
Bishop Percy, who published this fine old Scottish bal-
lad in his Reliques of Ancient English Poetry in 1765, from
a manuscript transmitted to him from Scotland, observes, that
it seems to be composed (not without improvements) out of
two ancient English ones. The first of these is entitled " A
DXXXV. LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET. 469
tragical Ballad on the unfortunate Love of Lord Thomas
and Fair EJlinor ; together with the Downfall of the Browne
Girl." The second is " Fair Margaret's Misfortunes, or
Sweet William's frightful Dreams on his Wedding Night ;
with the sudden Death and Burial of these noble Lovers."
The learned Prelate likewise acquaints us, that although the
latter ballad was picked up on a stall, he considers it to be the
old song quoted in Fletcher's comedy of " The Knight of the
Burning Pestle." This old play, as appears from the dedi-
cation prefixed to the first edition in 4to., printed at London,
1613, was written in 1611, and was not well received when
acted on the stage. The reader will find some further obser-
vations on the ballad of « Sweet William and Fair Margaret,"
in the notes on the following song, No 536.
Upon comparing these ballads with each other, viz. Lord
Thomas and Fair Ellinor— Fair Margaret and Sweet Wil-
liam— Lord Thomas and Fair Annet— the present Editor,
notwithstanding the conjecture of the learned Prelate, is of
opinion, both from the difference in the structure of the stan-
zas, the language and the incidents of the several pieces, that
they were composed by different hands, although it may be
difficult now to decide which of the three was first written.
It is very possible, that the ballads themselves are, compara-
tively speaking, only modernized abridgments of ancient me-
trical romances, familiar among all the nations of Europe ma-
ny ages ago. These romances, in their turn, likewise appear
to have been derived from Asiatic sources, and were gradu-
ally introduced into the western world, by successive" min-
strels, for the amusement of the great. As a full investiga-
tion of these facts, however, would lead us into a field by far
too wide for the nature of this work, we are constrained to
return to the ballad now under consideration.
In the year 1806, Mr Robert Jamieson published a Col-
lection of Popular Ballads and Songs from tradition, Manu-
scripts, and scarce Editions, among which is a ballad entitled
« Sweet Willie and Fair Annie," which he took down from
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the recitation of Mrs W. Arnot of Aberbrothick, who, it is
said, learned it when a child from an elderly maid-servant.
The leading incidents of Mr Jamieson's ballad are very simi-
lar to those of the earlier edition of " Lord Thomas and Fair
Annet ;" but the name of the hero is changed from Lord
Thomas to Sweet Willie, who is represented as " the heir oj
Duplin town/' the residence of the Earl of Kinnoul in Pertli-
shire. Several of the stanzas in Mr Jamieson's ballad are
likewise admitted to have been altered and supplied by him-
self. But neither these alterations, nor interpolations, nor the
changing of the scene from the borders to Perthshire, appear
to have improved the original ballad. It only remains to be
observed, that, in the Scots Museum, the ballad of " Lord
Thomas and Fair Annet" is adapted to the tune called " The
Old Bard," preserved in Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Com-
panion, book xii.
DXXXVI.
WILLIAM AND MARGARET.
This excellent ballad, beginning " sTwas at the silent so-
lemn hour," was written, in 1723, by David Mallet, Esq. a
native of Edinburgh, editor of Lord Bolingbroke's Works, and
author of several popular poems and dramatic works. It ap-
peared in several of the newspapers a short time after it was
written, as well as in various periodical publications. Ram-
say printed it in his Tea-Table Miscellany, with the signa-
ture D. M. the initials of the author, in 1724 ; and William
Thomson, who erroneously conceived it to be very old, copied
it into his Orpheus Caledonius, where it is adapted to the
well-known tune of Chevy Chace. Mallet afterwards re-
touched and improved the ballad. The reader will easily
discover the improvements which the author made on this fine
poem, upon comparing the copy in the Museum with that
in Ramsay's Tea-Table Miscellany, or any of the early edi-
tions.
Mallet, in a note prefixed to the ballad printed in the edi-
tion of his Poems, 3 vols 8vo. London, 1759, informs us, that
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471
ff in a comedy of Fletcher, called Tlie Knight of the Burn-
ing Pestle, old Merrythought enters repeating the follow-
ing verses :
u When it was grown to dark midnight,
And all were fast asleep,
In came Margaret's grimly ghost,
And stood at William's feet.
" This (he continues) was probably the beginning of some
ballad commonly known at the time when that author wrote
(1611) ; and it is all of it, I believe, that is any where to be
met with. These lines, naked of ornament, and simple as they
are, struck my fancy ; and, bringing fresh into my mind an
unhappy adventure much talked of formerly, gave birth to
the following poem, which was written many years ago."
The unhappy adventure, here alluded to, was a circum-
stance that occurred in real life. A young lady, whose hand
had been scornfully rejected by her infamous seducer, when
in a weak state of health, fell, in consequence, into a fever ;
" and, in a few days after, (says Mallet,) I saw her and her
child laid together in one grave." See the Plain Dealer, No
36 and 46 — a periodical paper, published by Mr Aaron Hill
in 1724, and afterwards reprinted in 2 vols 8vo.
Thus far concerning the origin of Mallet s fine poem, which
Bishop Percy pronounces to be " one of the most beautiful
ballads in our own or any language Mr Ritson likewise
observes, that " we have many songs equal no doubt to the
best of those written by Hamilton of Bangour, or Mr Thom-
son ; though it may be questioned' whether any English writ-
er has produced so fine a ballad as William and Margaret, or
such a beautiful pastoral as Tweedside." Historical Essay
on Scottish Song, p. 78.
Mr Mallet was mistaken in supposing the old ballad, quot-
ed by Fletcher in 1611, to be lost. It is preserved in the
Collections of Bishop Percy and Mr Herd. A more faith-
ful copy, however, will be found in Ritson's Ancient English
2 L
4*72 DXXXVL WILLIAM AND MARGARET.
Ballads ; for the worthy Prelate has used some freedom with
a few of the verses.
In the Museum, the ballad of William and Margaret, by
Mr Mallet, is adapted to a beautiful slow melody, which
was composed by the late Mr Stephen Clarke of Edinburgh,
organist.
DXXXVII.
WHAT AILS THE LASSES AT ME ?
This humorous song, in the broad Buchan dialect, begin-
ning " I am a young bachelor, winsome," was written by
Alexander Ross, author of the songs called " A Rock and a
wee pickle Tow," " The Bridal o't," &c. See the Notes on
Songs No 269 and 439 of the Museum. In that author's
works, printed at Aberdeen in 1768, the song of " What
ails the Lasses at me," and " Jean Gradan's answer,"
are directed to be sung to the tune of " An the Kirk
wad let me be but as this air was inserted in the first
volume of the Museum, (vide Song No 58,) entitled " Fye
let us a' to the Wedding," Mr Johnson made choice of
another lively Scots air, which answers the words extremely
well.
dxxxviii
THE SUN IN THE WEST.
This pathetic sonnet is another production of Mr Richard
Gall- The beautiful air to which the words are adapted, is
supposed to be of Gaelic origin.
dxxxix.
SCROGGAM.
This humorous and eccentric song, beginning " There
was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen," was written by Burns for
the Museum. There is another, and a very old song, to the
same air, but it is quite inadmissible.
Cockpen is the name of a parish in the county of Edin-
burgh, of which the Earl of Dalhousie is patron-
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DXL.
O, TELL ME, MY BONNY YOUNG LASSIE.
This fine pastoral dialogue was written by Hector Mac-
neill, Esq. author of several songs in the Museum. Mr
Macneill informed the present Editor, that he picked up the
air, to which his verses are united in the Museum, during a
trip to Argyleshire, and being very fond of the tune, he
wrote the words for it con amore.
The late Mr Graham of Gartmore wrote a song, which has
a similar burden with that of Mr Macneill's. It was print-
ed in Mr Scott's Minstrelsy of the Border, under an idea
that it was as old as the reign of Charles I. The chorus
runs —
Then tell me how to woo thee, love !
O tell me how to woo thee !
For thy dear sake nae care I'll take,
Tho' ne'er another trow me.
But the two songs, in other respects, have no similarity,
and the respective measures of the stanzas require them to be
adapted to very different tunes.
DXLI.
O, MARY, TURN AW A.
This song was written by the late Mr R. Gall. His
verses are adapted to the beautiful old air of " My Dearie,
an thou die.'"
The second song, to the same tune, beginning " What
ails this heart of mine," is the production of the late Miss
Blamire of Carlisle. Both of these songs are excellent.
DXLII.
O, GUDE ALE COMES.
This humorous drinking song, with the exception of the
chorus, which is old, was written by Burns. It is adapted
to the tune, called « The Bottom of the Punch-bowl," which
appears in Oswald's First Collection, and in many others,
DXLIII.
ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST.
The tune and title of this song are ancient, but the rest is
by Burns. In Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Companion,
book fifth, page 11th, the air, with variations, is inserted
under the title of « Robin shear'd in Her'st," but the old
words of the song are probably now lost.
The tune, in some modern collections, is called " Bobbing
John," but erroneously, for that is the name of a very old
English air, printed in Playford's 6 Dancing Master,' in the
time of §, or six quavers in the bar, so far back as 1657, and in
all the subsequent editions of that work. It is quite different
from the Scottish air. Mr Robert Jamieson of Edinburgh,
however, in his Popular Ballads and Songs, printed in 1806,
has written a very humorous song to the tune, under its mo-
dern title. It follows :
BOBBING JOHN.
Hey, for Bobbing John,
Kittle up the chanter !
Bang up a strathspey
To fling wi' John the ranter.
Johnnie's stout an* bald,
Ne'er could thole a banter,
Bien in byre an' fald,
An', lassies, he's a wanter.
Back as braid's a door ;
Bow-hough'd, like a felly ;
Thick about the brands,
And o'er the breast an' belly.
Hey, for Bobbing John !
Kittle up the chanter !
Queans are a' gane gyte
To fling wi* John the Ranter.
Bonny 's his black ee,
Blinkin', blythe, an' vogie,
Wi' lassie on his knee,
In his nieve a cogie ;
Syne the lad will kiss,
Sweetly kiss and cuddle ;
Cald wad be the heart
That cou'd wi' Johnnie widdle.
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475
Sonse fa' Bobbing John ;
Want and wae gae by him ;
There's in town or land
Nae chiel doesna envy him.
Flingin to the pipe,
Bobbin to the fiddle,
Knief was ilka lass
That could wi' Johnnie meddle.
DXLIV.
MAGGIE LAUDER.
This comic ballad, beginning " Wha wadna be in love
wi' bonny Maggie Lawder ?" was written by Francis SempJe
of Beltrees, Esq. in the county of Renfrew, about the year
1642. This fact is stated on the joint authorities of two of
his descendants, viz. the late Mr Semple of Beltrees, who
died in 1789, and his relation, the late Mr Semple of Edin-
burgh.
In the fifth number of the " Paisley Repository," the
editor of that work has communicated the following addi-
tional information respecting the author of this favourite song:
" Anecdote of Francis Semple of Beltrees, author of
The Banishment of Poverty — some Epitaphs in Penny-
cooke's Collection of Poetical Pieces, and the songs of 4 She
rose and loot me in,' and k Maggie Lawder.' "
" When Cromwell's forces were garrisoned in Glasgow,
the city was put under severe martial law, which, among
other enactments, ordained c That every person or persons
coming into the city must send a particular account of them-
selves, and whatever they may bring with them, unto the
commander of the forces in that place, under the penalty of
imprisonment and confiscation, both of the offender's goods
and whatever chattels are in the house or houses wherein the
offender or offenders may be lodged/ &c.
" Francis Semple and his lady set out on a journey to
Glasgow, accompanied by a man-servant, some time in 1651,
or a little after that, to visit his aunt, an old maiden lady, his
father's sister, who had a jointure of him, which he paid by
half-yearly instalments.
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DXLIV. MAGGIE LAUDER.
44 When he came to his aunt's house, which was on the
High-street, at the bell of the brae, now known by the name
of 4 The Duke of Montrose's Lodging, or Barrell's Ha',' his
aunt told him, that she must send an account of his arrival
to the captain of Cromwell's forces, otherwise the soldiers
would come and poind her moveables. Francis replied,
6 Never you mind that ; let them come, and I'll speak to
them.' « Na, na,' quoth his aunt, 4 I -maun send an account
o' your coming here.' — 4 Gie me a bit of paper,' says Francis,
4 and I'll write it mysel.' Then taking the pen, he wrote as
follows :
Glasgow, — —
Lo doon near by the City temple,
There is ane lodg'd wi' auntie Semple,
Francis Semple of Beltrees,
His consort also, if you please ;
There's twa o's horse, and ane o's men,
That's quarter'd down wi' Allan Glen.
Thir lines I send to you, for fear
O* poindin of auld auntie's gear,
Whilk never ane before durst stear,
It stinks for staleness I dare swear.
(Signed) Francis Semple.
Directed 4 To the commander of the guard in Glasgow.' "
When the captain received the letter, he could not un-
derstand it, on account of its being written in the Scottish
dialect. He considered it as an insult put upon him, and, like
a man beside himself with rage, he exclaimed, 4 If I had the
scoundrel who has had the audacity to send me such an in-
sulting, infamous, and impudent libel, I would make the vil-
lanous rascal suffer for his temerity.' He then ordered a
party of his men to go and apprehend a Francis Semple, who
was lodged with a woman of the name of Semple, near the
High Church, and carry him to the provost. Mr Semple
was accordingly brought before the provost, and his accuser
appeared with the insulting, infamous, and impudent
libel against him. It was read ; but it "was impossible
for the provost to retain his gravity during the perusal ; nay,
DXLIV. MAGGIE LAUDElt. 477
the captain himself, after hearing an English translation of
the epistle, could not resist joining in the laugh. From that
moment he and Beltrees became intimate friends, and he
often declared, that he considered Semple to be one of the
cleverest gentlemen in Scotland. On no account would the
captain part with Beltrees during his residence in Glasgow.
The time., therefore, that Francis intended to have passed
with the old lady his aunt, was humorously spent with the
captain and the other officers of Cromwell's forces, who kept
him in Glasgow two weeks longer than he otherwise would
have staid.
It seems probable, that these officers of Cromwell had in-
troduced two of Semple's songs into England before the pe-
riod of the Restoration ; for they were both printed, and well
known in England, in the reign of Charles II. the words and
music being engraven by Thomas Cross. Henry Playford
afterwards introduced the song of " She rose and let me in,"
in his " Wit and Mirth,1' vol. i. printed at London in 1698.
Gay introduced the air of Maggie Lauder in his musical
opera of Achilles, printed in 1733. The same air had pre-
viously been used for a song, called Sally s New Answer, set to
the time qfMogey Lauther, a sort of parody on Carey's Sally
in our Alley, as well as for a song in the Quaker's Opera,
written by Thomas Walker, and acted at Lee and Harper's
Booth in Bartholomew Fair, anno 1728.
The following continuation of the ballad, by a modern
hand, appeared in the Pocket Encyclopaedia of Songs, printed
at Glasgow, 2 vols 12mo, 1816. It possesses considerable
merit.
The can tie spring scarce rear'd her head,
And winter yet did bland her,
When the Ranter cam to Anster fair,
And spier'd for Maggy Lauder ;
A snug wee house in the East Green,
Its shelter kindly lent her ;
Wi' cantie ingle, clean hearth-stane,
Meg welcom'd Rob the Ranter!
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DXLIV.— MAGGIE LAUDER
Then Rob made bonnie Meg his bride,
And to the kirk he ranted ;
He play'd the auld " East nook o' Fife,"
And merry Maggie vaunted,
That Hub himsel' ne'er play'd a spring,
Nor blew sae weel his chanter,
For he made Anster town to ring ;
And wha's like Rob the Ranter !
For a' the talk and loud reports
That ever gaed against her,
Meg proves a true and faithful' wife,
As ever was in Anster ;
And since the marriage knot was tied,
Rob says he coudna want her ;
For he loes Maggy as his life,
And Meg loes Rob the Ranter.
Anstruther, easter and wester, is the name of two adjacent
royal burghs in the county of Fife. The scene of the ballad,
however, is laid in easter Anstruther, where a fair is held on
the first Tuesday after the 11th of April, another on the 5th
day of July, and a third on the 12th day of November an-
nually. This burgh has lately acquired an additional cele-
brity, from the excellent poem of Anster Fair, by Mr Wil-
liam Tennant, (late schoolmaster of Lasswade, now Professor
in the Institution at Dollar.)
The learned editor of the Reliques of Ancient English
Poetry (Bishop Percy) says, it is a received tradition in Scot-
land, that, at the time of the Reformation, Maggie Lawder
was one of those ridiculous songs composed to be sung by the
rabble to the tune of a favourite hymn in the Latin service,
and that the original music of all these burlesque sonnets was
very fine. The absurdity of this notion has already been
detected in a former part of this work. — Vide Notes on Song
No 260 of the Museum.
The service-book used in the cathedral of Dunkeld was,
till lately, supposed to be the only work of this kind that had
escaped the flames at the period of the Reformation in Scot-
land ; but this conjecture was incorrect. The service-book
used in the abbey of Scone has likewise been discovered, and
DXLIV. MAGGIE LAUDER. 47Q
is now deposited in the library of the Faculty of Advocates,,
Edinburgh. It is a very large folio volume, and very neatly
written. From a Latin docquet inserted in the work,* it ap-
pears to have been compiled by Mr Robert Carver, a canon
of Scone, in the twenty-second year of his age, and in the
sixth year after his initiation into holy orders. The Editor
has carefully examined this book from beginning to end, and
can safely aver, that there is not one air that has the smallest
resemblance to Maggy Lauder^ or to any other secular Scots
tune in the whole compass of the work. The chaunts, hymns,
and antiphones, are all, as usual, in the Latin tongue.
DXLV.
A COGIE OF ALE AND A PICKLE AIT-MEAL.
This song was written in 1797, by Andrew Sheriffs, A. M.
author of the Scottish pastoral comedy of " Jamie and Bess,"
printed at Edinburgh in 1790, and other poems. The Edi-
tor was present when Mr Sheriffs sung this song on the Edin-
burgh stage, at his own benefit; on which occasion the au-
thor's pastoral comedy above-mentioned was performed by
some of his friends who were natives of Edinburgh. Mr
Sheriffs received a classical education at Aberdeen, and was
for a considerable time one of the editors of " The Aberdeen
Chronicle." In 1798 he went to reside in London; but the
writer of this article has heard nothing of him since that pe-
riod. Mr Sheriffs had the misfortune to be lame from his
infancy.
The melody was composed by the late Mr Robert Macin-
tosh, musician in Edinburgh. Mr Macintosh afterwards went
to London, where he continued till his death, in February
1807. He published three Collections of Scottish Reels and
Strathspeys, and composed many of the best of them himself.
He was an excellent violin player.
ComP°?nit Dominus Robcrtus Carver Canonicus de Scona, Anno Domini
1513, et cetalis snce Anno 22<, nec non ingressus suae religionis anno 6to. ad honorcm
Dei et Sancti Michcelis."
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DXLVI.
THE DUMFRIES VOLUNTEERS.
This song, beginning " Does haughty Gaul invasion
threat ?" was written by Burns in 1795, and transmitted to
Johnson for insertion in his Museum. The charming tune,
to which the words are adapted, was composed by Mr Ste-
phen Clarke, organist.
It was originally published as a single sheet song, a con-
siderable number of which were transmitted to Mr Burns, to
be distributed among the Dumfries Volunteers, of which corps
he was a member. Burns, on receipt of the pacquet, wrote a
letter to Johnson, which is printed in his Reliques, wherein
he says, " Thank you for the copies of my Volunteer ballad.
Our friend Clarke has indeed done well ! 'tis chaste and beau-
tiful. I have not met with any thing that has pleased me so
much. You know I am no connoisseur ; but that I am an
amateur, will be allowed me."
DXLVII.
HE'S DEAR TO ME.
This sweet little pastoral made its appearance about the
year 1796, as a single sheet song, written by a gentleman.
His name, however, the Editor has not yet learnt. The
melody is very pretty, and appears to belong to the ancient
class of Scottish airs of one simple strain, such as the " Braw
braw Lads of Gala Water,1' to which indeed it bears a strong
resemblance.
DXLVIII.
THE BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND.
This song appears to be a parody of another written by
Mrs Grant of Laggan, beginning " O wjiere, tell me where,
is your Highland laddie gone?" on the Marquis of Huntly's
departure for Holland with the British forces under the com-
mand of the gallant Sir Ralph Abercrombie, in 1799. The
words are adapted to a modern Scottish air.
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DXLIX.
COLIN CLOUT.
This fragment of a very fine pastoral ballad, beginning
" Chanticleer wi' noisy whistle," was communicated by Mr
Gall. The Editor recollects having seen the whole of the
ballad in that gentleman's hands, and perhaps the manuscript
may yet be recovered. It well deserves to be printed. The
author is anonymous.
The words are adapted to a fine melody, which was com-
posed by the late Mr Stephen Clarke.
DL.
'TIS NAE VERY LANG SINSYNE.
This humorous ballad was copied from Herd's Collection,
printed in 1776, where it is inserted under the title of " My
Heart's my aim" It does not appear in the Tea-Table Mis-
cellany, and may therefore have been composed subsequently
to the year 1724. The author is unknown.
The words are adapted to the tune of " We'll kick the
world before us," from Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Compa-
nion, vol. xi.
DLL
O, ONCE I LOV'D A BONNIE LASS.
This song was the earliest that Burns ever wrote ; or, as
the bard terms it, the " first time he committed the sin of
rhyme." It was written in the autumn of 1773. In a letter
to Dr Moore, dated 2d August 1787, Burns says, " You
know our country custom of coupling a man and a woman
together in the labours of harvest. In my fifteenth autumn
my partner was a bewitching creature, a year younger than
myself. My scarcity of English denies me the power of
doing her justice in that language ; but you know the Scot-
tish idiom — she was a bonnie, sweet, sonsie lass. In short,
she altogether, unwittingly to herself, initiated me in that
delicious passion, which, in spite of acid disappointment, gin-
horse prudence, and book-worm philosophy, I hold to be the
first of human joys, our dearest blessing here below ! How
482 DLL— 0, ONCE I LOV'D A BONNIE LASS.
she caught the contagion, I cannot tell : you medical people
talk much of infection from breathing the same air, the touch,
&c. ; but I never expressly said I loved her. Indeed, I did
not know myself why I liked so much to loiter behind with
her, when returning in the evening from our labours ; why
the tones of her voice made my heart-strings thrill like an
Eolian harp ; and particularly, why my pulse beat such a fu-
rious rattan, when I looked and fingered over her little hand,
to pick out the cruel nettle stings and thistles. Among her
love-inspiring qualities, she sung sweetly ; and it was her fa-
vourite reel (J am a Man unmarried) to which I attempted
giving an embodied vehicle in rhyme. I was not so presump-
tuous, as to imagine that I could make verses like printed
ones, composed by men who had Greek and Latin ; but my
girl sung a song, which was said to be composed by a small
country laird's son, on one of his father's maids, with whom
he was in love ! and I saw no reason why I might not rhyme
as well as he ; for, excepting that he could smear sheep and
cast peats, his father living in the moor-lands, he had no more
scholarcraft than myself. Thus with me began love and
poetry, which at times have been my only, and, till within
the last twelve months, my highest enjoyment."
This song was originally intended to have been sung to
the old reel tune, called I am a Man unmarried, with the
foolish chorus of Tal lal de ral, $c. repeated at the end of
each verse. Burns afterwards gave up this idea, and had it
set to the beautiful slow melody in the Museum, which he
picked up and transmitted to the publisher of that work :
it is said to be very ancient.
DL1I.
WHEN I THINK ON MY LAD.
This song was written by Ramsay, as a substitute for the
indelicate old Scots song, called " Jumping John." Ramsay
published it in his Tea-Table Miscellany, under the title of
" Her Daddy forbad, her Minny forbad;1 in 1724. But as this
tune, with new words by Burns, had been inserted in the second
DMI. WHEN I THINK ON MY LAD
483
volume of the Museum (vide Song No. 138), Johnson made
choice of another air for Ramsay's words, taken from Oswald's
Caledonian Pocket Companion, book7viii. entitled Hark, the
Cock crow'd. Neither Oswald nor Johnson, however, seem
to have been aware that this was an English tune, composed
by Mr Jeremiah Clarke of London, organist, and published
by Henry Playford, with the original words, in the first
volume of his Wit and Mirth, in 1698. The English
song begins,
Hark ! the cock crow'd, 'tis day all abroad,
And looks like a jolly fair morning- ;
Up Roger and James, and drive out the teams ;
Up quickly and carry the corn in.
The old Scottish tune of Jumping John, was an early
favourite in England. In " Playford's Dancing Master,"
1657, it is printed with the name of " Joan's Placket," the
title of a parody upon, and equally indelicate as the old
northern words. In the year 1686, Lord Wharton wrote a
satirical song to the same tune, beginning " Ho ! broder
Teague, dost hear de decree," which contributed in no small
degree towards the great Revolution in 1688. In this song,
his Lordship introduced, as the burden or chorus, the words
of distinction which had been used by the Irish papists in
their horrid massacre of the protestants in 1641, viz. Lilli-
burlero and Bullen-a-lah. It was written on occasion of
James II. having nominated General Talbot, newly created
Earl of Tyrconnel, to the lieutenancy of Ireland. Talbot
was a furious papist, and had recommended himself to his
bigotted master by his arbitrary treatment of the protestants
in the preceding year, when only lieutenant-general, and
whose subsequent conduct fully justified his expectations and
their fears. The violences of his administration may be seen
in any of the histories of these times. Bishop Burnet, allud-
ing to the ballad which had been written by Wharton, says,
that it " made an impression on the (king's) army that can-
not be imagined by those that saw it not. The whole army,
484
DLII.— • WHEN I THINK ON MY LAD.
and at last the people both in the city and country, were
singing it perpetually. And perhaps never had so slight a
thing so great an effect." Ritson, in alluding to the same
ballad observes, " what an astonishing effect these vulgar
and despicable rhapsodies had upon the temper of the times ;
we may, in some measure, conjecture from the brags of that
unprincipled character, Lord (afterwards Marquis of) Whar-
ton, who was wont to boast, that by the most foolish of them
all (Lilliburlero) he had rhymed the king out of his domi-
nions. Historical Essay on National Song, p. 62. See also
Notes on Song No. 138 of the Museum. This old Scots tune
of J umping Joan, having acquired the new title of Lilliburlero
from Wharton's ballad, has erroneously been, by many, sup-
posed to be an Irish air.
dliii.
THE FIENT A CRUM OF THE SHE FAWS.
This ancient song, beginning Return homeward my
heart again, was recovered by Ramsay, and printed in his
Tea-Table Miscellany in 1724, with the letter Z, to denote its
antiquity. The tune to which the verses are adapted is like-
wise known by the name of The Spinning Wheel, but it is
essentially different from the air called " The Spinning
Wheel," in Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Companion, book ix.
The author and composer are unknown.
DLIV.
MY LADY'S GOWN THERE'S GAIRS UPON'T.
This song: was written for the Museum by Burns, in 178S.
The words are adapted to a well-known strathspey, or reel
tune, composed by the late Mr James Gregg, an eminent
teacher of dancing in Ayrshire. Gregg composed the strath-
spey, called " Gregg's Pipes,1' and many other excellent
dancing tunes. Pie had a taste for painting, mechanics, and
natural history ; made and improved telescopes ; he was also
.skilled in the mathematics, and was frequently employed as a
land-surveyor. Pie taught dancing, until, by old age, he
could scarcely sec his pupils, or hear the tones of his own
1
dliv — my lady's gown there's gairs upon't. 485
violin. He died, regretted by all who knew him, in Novem-
ber 1817, at a very advanced age.
Johnson long hesitated to admit this song into his Museum ;
but, being blamed for such fastidiousness, he at length gave
it a place in that work.
DLV.
MAY MORNING.
This little song, beginning " The nymphs and shepherds
are met on the green," was communicated to Johnson by an
anonymous hand. It is adapted to an old strathspey tune,
which is very pretty.
DLVI.
DINNA THINE, BONNIE LASSIE, I'M GAUN TO LEAVE THEE.
Hector Macneill, Esq., informed the Editor that he
wrote the whole of this song except the last verse, which the
late Mr John Hamilton, music-seller in Edinburgh, took the
liberty to add to it, and to publish as a sheet song. « It was
on this account, (Mr Macneill added,) that I did not include
this song in collecting my poetical works for the uniform
edition in two volumes, which has been given to the public."
For a similar reason he omitted another song, likewise writ-
ten by him, beginning My love's in Germany, send him
hame, send him hame.
The song of Dinna think Bonnie Lassie, is adapted to a
dancing tune, called Clunie^s Reel, taken from Cumming
of Granton's Reels and Strathspeys.
DLVII.
O, GIN I WERE FAIRLY SHOT O' HER !
This old song received some additions and corrections
from the pen of Mr John Anderson, engraver of music in
Edinburgh, who served his apprenticeship with Johnson,
the publisher. The air, under the title of Fairlle Shot of
Her, appears in Mrs Crockafs Manuscript Music-book, so
that the tune is very old. It is also preserved in Oswald's
Caledonian Pocket Companion, and various other collections.
This tune was selected by Mr O'Keefe for one of his songs
486 DI.VTI. — 0, GIN I WERE FAIRLY SHOT cT HER I
for « Shelty" in the Highland Reel, beginning, " Boys,
when I play, cry 0 Crimini,,, acted at Covent Garden in
1788.
DLVIII.
HEY! MY KITTEN, MY KITTEN.
This humorous nursery song was written, about the be-
ginning of the last century, by the celebrated Dean Swift.
The words are adapted to the old Scottish air, called
Whip Her below the Couring, which is inserted in the
Crockat Manuscript, and was printed in The Dancing
Master, by Playford, under the name of Yellow Stock-
ings, in 1657. This tune has been a great favourite, time
out of mind, in both kingdoms. The old Scots song is in-
admissible, for an obvious reason; but there are several
humorous English ones to the same tune, such as " Madam
Fig's Gala," &c, of considerable merit.
DLIX.
SWEETEST MAY, LET LOVE INSPIRE THEE.
This petit morceau, words and music, was communicated
by Burns. The tune is very simple and sweet, yet the cri-
tical reader will easily discover that Burns, in this instance,
has parodied the first verse of the old song of There's my
Thumb Til ne'er beguile Thee. It begins—
My sweetest May,* let love incline thee,
T' accept a heart which he designs thee ;
And as your constant slave regard it,
Syne for its faithfulness reward it.
'Tis proof a-shot to birth or money,
But yields to what is sweet and bonny.
DLX.
ARGYLE IS MY NAME.
This ballad is universally attributed to John Campbell, the
renowned Duke of Argyle and Greenwich, whose uncorrupt-
ed patriotism and military talents, justly entitled him to be
ranked among the greatest benefactors of his country. He
* May, i. e. Maul.
6
DLX. ARGYLE IS MY NAME.
487
died on the 4th of October 1743, in the sixty-third year of his
age.
Old David Herd published a copy of this ballad in his
Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs in 1776, under the title
of Bannocks o' Barley Meal, with two additional stanzas ;
but these were rejected in the Museum, on account of their
being both spurious and indelicate. The tune is of Gaelic
origin.
Alexander Boswell of Auchinleck, Esq., M.P., altered and
abridged this old ballad for Mr Thomson's Collection, vol.
m\, published in 1801.
DLXI.
AN I'LL AWA TO BONNY TWEEDSIDE.
This song was written by Allan Ramsay, and published
in his Tea-Table Miscellany, A.D. 1726. He directs it to
be sung to the tune of We'll a' to Kelso go. In the Museum,
the words have accordingly been adapted to this lively old
air, which is also preserved in Oswald's Caledonian Pocket
Companion, book vi. p. 11. The old song of We'll d to
Kelso go, is supposed to be lost.
DLXII.
GENTLY BLAW, YE EASTERN BREEZES.
This song was written by Mr John Anderson, engraver of
music in Edinburgh . It is adapted to a very ancient and
beautiful air, entitled O gin my Lorn were but a Rose, from
the first line of an old but rather indelicate song, still well
known. Two verses of the old song were retouched by a
modern hand, and printed in Herd's Collection, in 1776. —
The reader will find them in the sixth volume of the Mu-
seum (vide Song 594) ; but they are there adapted to a dif-
ferent tune, taken from Gow's Collection, called Lord Bal-
gmies Delight.
DLXIII.
IN YON GARDEN FINE AND GAY.
Mr Anderson, author of the last *ong, informed the Edi~
2 M
488 DLXIII.— IN YON GARDEN FINE AND GAY.
tor, that the words and music of this were taken down from
the singing of Mr Charles Johnson, father of Mr James
Johnson, the publisher of the Museum. The song was ac-
quired by old Johnson in his infancy, and he was then in-
formed that it was very ancient. From the simplicity of the
air, which consists of one strain, and the structure of the
words, there can be no doubt of the correctness of the old
man's information.
DLXIV.
THE POOR PEDLAR.
This humorous ballad, beginning " There was a noble
lady so fair," has been a favourite among the peasantry of
Scotland time out of mind. But the strain of double mean-
ing, which runs through many of the verses, must ever prove
a bar to its reception in the more polished circles of modern
society.
DLXV.
YOU ASK ME, CHARMING FAIR.
This beautiful song was written by William Hamilton of
Bangour, Esq. The composer of the charming melody, to
which the verses are united, has hitherto escaped the research-
es of the Editor.
DLXVI.
O, KEN YE WHAT MEG O' THE MILL HAS GOTTEN ?
This humorous old song was retouched by Burns in 1788,
and sent to the publisher of the Museum, with directions to
unite it to the old air called Jackey Hume's Lament. This
was accordingly done.
Mr Burns, about five years thereafter, made several al-
terations on the first copy of his song, which he transmitted
to Mr George Thomson, with the following introduction :
" Do you know a fine air called Jackie Hume^s Lament ?
I have a song of considerable merit to that air. I'll enclose
you both the song and tune, as I had them ready to send to
Johnson's Museum-"
DLXVI. O, KEN YE WHAT MEG O' THE MILL, &C. 489
It had escaped the bard's recollection, that the original
draught of the song, as well as the air, had been sent to the
publisher of the Museum long before this period, and that
he had altered his intention of having the second edition of
the song set to the air of Jackie Hume's Lament; for, in Dr
Currie's edition of Burns1 Works, we find that it is directed to
be sung to the air of O bonnie Lass will ye lie in a Barrack,
The song, with Burns' last alterations, is annexed for the
reader's perusal.
MEG 0' THE MILL.
Air—" O, bonnie Lass will ye lie in a Barrack."
0 ken ye what Meg o' the mill has gotten,
An' ken ye what Meg o' the mill has gotten ?
She has gotten a coof wi' a claut o' siller,
And broken the heart o5 the barley miller.
The miller was strappin, the miller was ruddy,
A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady ;
The laird was a widdiefu' bleerit knurl ;
She's left the guid fallow and ta'en the churl.
The miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving ;
The laird did address her wi' matter mair moving,
A fine pacing horse, wi' a clear-chained bridle,
A whip by her side, and a bonnie side-saddle.
O wae on the siller, it is sae prevailing !
And wae on the love that is fixed on a mailen !
A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,
But, gie me my love, and a fig for the warf !
DLXVII.
HOW SWEET IS THE SCENE AT THE DAWNING OF MORNING,
This fine song is another of the productions of the late
Mr Richard Gall. The original manuscript is in the hands
of the Editor. The words are adapted to the fine old air,
called " The Humours o' Glen."
DLXVIII.
SURE MY JEAN IS BEAUTY'S BLOSSOM.
This song was also written by Mr Gall. The original
manuscript of it is likewise in the possession of the Editor.
The words are adapted to a very pretty modern air, which
was communicated by Mr Gall himself.
490
DLXIX.
HOW SWEET THIS LONE VALE.
This song was written by the Honourable Andrew Erskine,
brother of Thomas late Earl of Kellie, an eminent violin
performer and musical amateur. Burns admired this song
very much. In a letter addressed to Mr George Thomson,
dated 7th June, 1793, he says, " Mr Erskine's songs are
all pretty, but his Lone Vale is divine."
The verses are adapted to a favourite Gaelic melody.
DLXX.
JOCKEY'S TA'EN THE PARTING KISS.
This charming song was written by Burns for the Museum.
It is adapted to the ancient air called Bonnie Lassie tdk a Man,
which is also preserved in Oswald's Caledonian Pocket Com-
panion. The old song is supposed to be now lost.
DLXXI.
WHAT'S THAT TO YOU.
This is one of Thomas Durfey's Anglo-Scottish produc-
tions, with some alterations by Allan Ramsay. Durfey^
verses were printed with the music in Playford's Wit and
Mirth, vol. iii. first edition, London, 1702. Some of them
are very indelicate, and even the copy re-touched by Ram-
say, and printed in the Tea-Table Miscellany, in 1724, is not
altogether free from objections on the same score. Ramsay
directs the song to be sung to the tune of " The Glancing of
her Apron f but this tune being already inserted in a former
volume of the Museum, Johnson got the words adapted to a
modern Scots air. Mr James Hook of London, about thirty
years ago, composed a beautiful melody tothe modernized verses.
DLXX1I.
LITTLE WAT YE WHA'S COMING.
This Jacobite ballad was written about the time of the
rebellion in 1715. Its old title was " The Chevalier's Mus-
tcr-Roll, 1715." The author, of course, is anonymous.
The Dunywastles (Dhuinc Uasal, Gaelic) were the High-
DLXXII. LITTLE WAT YE WHA'S COMING. 491
Jand lairds or gentlemen. The Earls of Wigton, Niths-
dale, Carnwath, and Derwentwater ; the Viscount Kenmure,
and Thomas Foster, Esq. M.P. for Northumberland, and
commander-in-chief of the Chevalier's English forces; the
Earl of Widdrington and Lord Nairn are the personages al-
luded to in the third stanza of the ballad. The names in the
other verses are either those of particular clans, or such as
are applicable to all.
The old tune, to which the words are adapted, was former-
ly called " Fiddle Strings are dear, Laddie," from the first
line of an ancient, though now almost forgotten song. It
began —
Fiddle strings are dear, laddie,
Fiddle strings are dear, laddie,
An* ye break your fiddle strings,
Ye'se get nae mair the year, laddie.
The same tune, in Gow's and other recent collections, is
called Tail Toddle, but from what cause the Editor has been
unable to discover. The old tune, called " Cuttyman and
Treeladle," which is mentioned by Ramsay in the canto which
he added to the ancient poem of « Christ's Kirk on the
Green," has a considerable resemblance to " Fiddle Strings
are dear, Laddie." Both airs seem to have been composed
about one period, if not by the same minstrel.
DLXXIII.
O LEAVE NOVELS, YE MAUCHLINE BELLES.
This humorous but friendly advice to the ladies of
Mauchline, a town in Ayrshire, on the dangers arising from
an indiscriminate use of novels, Was written by Burns in 1785.
The Rob Mossgiell in the ballad was our bard himself, who
has substituted the name of his farm in place of his own sur-
name. The words are adapted to a favourite Scots measure,
or dancing tune.
DLXXIV.
0 LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS.
This song was written by Burns for the Museum. It is
492 DLXXIV. O, LAY THY LOOF IN MINE, LASS.
adapted to the favourite old tune, called The Cordzvainer's
March, which, in former times, was usually played before
that ancient and useful fraternity, at their annual procession
on St Crispin's day. The tune is also preserved in Aird's
first volume of Select Airs, and other collections,
dlxxv.
SAW YE THE THANE O' MEIKLE PRIDE.
This ballad, entitled " Duncan, a fragment," was written
by Henry Mackenzie, Esq. author of The Man of
Feeling, and many other well-known and justly esteemed
works. It was a juvenile composition ; but when the late
Dr Blacklock first heard the author's father read the manu-
script of this poem and that of " Kenneth,1' as his sons com-
positions, he predicted that the young poet would, in his more
advanced years, make a distinguished and respectable figure
in the republic of literature ; a prediction which has been
most amply verified.
Johnson, the publisher of the Museum, has omitted seve-
ral stanzas of the ballad for want of room, but the reader
will find the whole of it in Mr Mackenzie's works, printed at
Edinburgh in 1812, or in Herd's Collection in 1776, and in
various other publications.
The tune to which the words are united in the Museum
is, perhaps, one of the sweetest melodies, in the minor mode,
that ever was played or sung. The composer's name has
hitherto eluded every research that the Editor has made.
DLXXVI.
GO, PLAINTIVE SOUNDS.
This song was written by William Hamilton of Bangour,
Esq. Mr William Shield of London set the words to a tune
of his own composition, which is printed in Ritson's Collec-
tion of Scottish Songs, London 1794. In the Museum the
words are united to a fine modern Scottish air.
493
DLXXVII.
BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY,
This justly celebrated and patriotic song, beginning " Scots
wha hae wi' Wallace bled," was written by Burns on the 1st
of August 1793. The following account of its origin, from
the pen of his friend Mr Syme, is very interesting.
On the 30th of July 1793, Mr Syme and our bard set out
on horseback from the hospitable mansion of Mr Gordon of
Kenmure, for Gatehouse, a village in the stewartry of Kirk-
cudbright. " I took him (says Mr Syme) by the moor-road,
where savage and desolate regions extended wide around.
The sky was sympathetic with the wretchedness of the soil ;
it became louring and dark. The hollow winds sighed, the
lightnings gleamed, the thunder rolled. The poet enjoyed
the awful scene — he spoke not a word, but seemed rapt in
meditation.
" What do you think he was about ? He was charging
the English army along with Bruce at Bannockburn. He
was engaged in the same manner on our ride home from St
Mary's Isle, and I did not disturb him. Next day (2d July
1793) he produced me the following Address of Bruce to his
Troops, and gave me a copy for Dalzell.,, (Here follows the
song.)
In the month of September following, Burns transmitted
another copy of the song to Mr George Thomson, accompa-
nied with a letter, in which he says, " I have shewed the air
(meaning Hey now the Day dawis, or, as it is sometimes called,
Hey tatti taitie) to Urbani, who was highly pleased with it,
and begged me to make soft verses for it ; but I had no idea
of giving myself any trouble on the subject, till the accidental
recollection of that glorious struggle for freedom, associated
with the glowing ideas of some other struggles of the same
nature, not quite so ancient, roused my rhyming mania.r>
Mr Thomson, on receiving the song, wrote Mr Burns to
the following effect : " Your heroic ode is to me the noblest
composition of the kind in the Scottish language. I hap-
494
DLXXVII. BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY.
pened to dine yesterday with a party of your friends, to whom
I read it. They were all charmed with it, entreated me to
find out a suitable air for it, and reprobated the idea of giving
it a tune so totally devoid of interest or grandeur, as " Hey
tutti taitie." Assuredly, your partiality for this tune must
arise from the ideas associated in your mind by the tradition
concerning it ; for I never heard any person, and I have con-
versed again and again with the greatest enthusiasts for Scot-
tish airs — I say, I have never heard any one speak of it as
worthy of notice.,, Mr T. then proceeds to inform the bard,
that he had fixed on the tune of Lewie Gordon for the words ;
but this tune required an elongation of the last line of each
verse, to make the words and music agree together.
This unfortunate criticism obliged Burns to lengthen and
alter the last line of every stanza, to suit the newly-suggested
air, which, instead of improving, manifestly injures the simple
majesty of the original. That the old air was susceptible of
stirring up or assuaging the passions, according to the differ-
ent styles in which it may be played or sung, was at one
glance obvious to Urbani, than whom no better judge of
these matters ever lived. The tune has also been a favourite
of Messrs Braham, Incledon, Sinclair, and the best singers
throughout the united kingdom. To us, indeed, it appears
impossible, that any person, who is endowed with the smallest
portion of musical taste, can listen to the song of « The Land
of the Leal,1' without feeling the most tender emotions of pity,
or hear " The Bruce's Address to his Troops," without par-
taking of that patriotic flame that glowed in the breasts of his
gallant ancestors. Mr Thomson, however, after some years
reflection, has himself become a convert to the united sense of
the public. In a late edition of his third volume, in which
the tune of " Hey tutti taitie" is happily adapted to the ori-
ginal words of Burns, he observes, that " the poet originally
intended this noble strain for the air just mentioned ; but, on
a suggestion from the editor of this work, who then thought
' Lewie Gordon' a fitter tune for the words, they were united
DLXXVII.— BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY.
495
together, and published in the preceding volume, page 74.
The editor, however, having since examined the air ' Hey
tutti taitie' with more particular attention, frankly owns, that
he has changed his opinion, and that he thinks it much better
adapted for giving energy to the poetry, than the air of
4 Lewie Gordon.' "
As the tune of " Hey now the Day dawis" was inserted in
the second volume of the Museum, (vide Song No 170, and
the observations upon it in a former part of the present work)
Johnson requested Mr William Clarke, the organist, to set
Burns' song to a simple ballad tune which he sent him. It is
undoubtedly pretty, but by no means calculated to give ade-
quate expression to the bold and energetic sentiments of the
bard. Some people too, having got by rote the altered edi-
tion of this poem, sing it to the old air ; but they are obliged
to distort the tune, to make it suit the lengthened lines. For
these reasons, we shall now present the reader with the words
and air in their original simplicity, according to the first in-
tention of the bard.
KING ROBERT THE BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY,
AT THE BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN., 24>th June 1314,
As originally written by Burns,
To the tune of" Hey now the Day dawis."
/ Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce has
496 DLXXVII. BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY.
5^
Now's the day, and now's the hour, See the front of bat -tie low'r,
N h
See approach proud Edward's pow'r, Chains and sla- ve - ry
ee£ee
Wha will be a traitor knave,
Wha can fill a coward's grave,
Wha sae base as be a slave,
Let him turn and flee !
Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freemen stand or freemen fa',
Let him follow me !
By oppression's woes and pains !
By your sons in servile chains !
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free.
Lay the proud usurper low !
Tyrants fall in every foe !
Liberty's in every blow !
Let us do, or die !
DLXXVIII.
FAREWELL YE FIELDS AND MEADOWS GREEN.
This song, entitled " Miss Forbes' Farewell to Banff,"
was written by the late Mr John Hamilton, music-seller in
Edinburgh. It is adapted to a favourite air, composed by
Mr Isaac Cooper of Banff, musician.
The musical reader will observe a considerable similarity
between this air and the tune of Shannon's flowery Banks,
which, though generally supposed to be an Irish melody, was
composed by Mr James Hook of London, organist, in 1783,
and sung by Mrs Kennedy, at Vauxhall, with much applause.
497
DLXXIX.
THE BLIND HARPER.
This fine old ballad, beginning " 0 heard ye of a silly
harper," with its original melody, was recovered by Burns,
and transmitted to Johnson for his Museum.
Mr Ritson, in his Historical Essay on Scottish Song, al-
ludes to this ballad in the following words : " The Reverend
Mr Boyd, the ingenious translator of 6 Dante,' had a faint re-
collection of a ballad of a Scotch minstrel who stole a horse
from one of the Henrys of England."
In Mr Scott's Minstrelsy of the Border, we have another
edition of the same ballad, under the title of « The Lochma-
ben Harper," but it is not so complete as the copy in the Mu-
seum. The fourth, fifth, and eighteenth stanzas of the ori-
ginal ballad are omitted in Mr Scott's edition. The follow-
ing stanza, however, is substituted for the eighteenth :
Now all this while, in merry Carlisle,
The harper harped to high and low,
And the fiend thing dought they do but listen him to,
Until the day began to daw.
Mr Scott has the following verse at the end of his edition,
which is not in the original :
Then aye he harped, and aye he carped,
Sae sweet were the harpings he let them hear;
He was paid for the foal he had never lost,
And three times o'er for the gude gray mare.
In Mr Scott's copy, the scene is laid at Carlisle, and the
warden of that city is substituted for King Henry himself.
DLXXX.
MY NANNIE, O.
This song, beginning " Behind yon hills where riv'lets
row," was written by Burns, and printed in the second edi-
tion of his Poems, at Edinburgh, in 1787. The first line of
the song, as originally written, was " Behind yon hills where
Stinchar flows," but Burns afterwards inserted the, word
Lugar, the name of another river in the county of Ayr, in
preference to the former, as being more agreeable to the ear.
498 DLXXX. — MY NANNIE, O.
Burns directs the song to be sung to the tunc of " My
Nannie, 0." This fine air is inserted in the first volume of
the Museum, with the words by Allan Ramsay. — Vide Song
No 88. In order to avoid a repetition of the same tune, Mr
William Clarke adapted the verses by Burns to a favourite
modern melody, composed by Mr Thomas Ebdon of Dur-
ham, organist.
DLXXXI.
GO FROM MY WINDOW, LOVE, DO.
This fragment of an ancient ballad, with its melody, was
recovered by Burns, and transmitted to Johnson for the Mu-
seum. It is all that remains, we believe, of one of those
secular songs that were parodied about the dawn of the Re-
formation in Scotland, and printed by Wedderburne in
1549, under the title of " Ane compendious Booke of Godly
and Spirituall Songs, collectit out of sundrie partes of the
scripture, with sundrie of other ballates, changed out of pro-
faine sanges, for avoiding sinne and harlotrie." The Editor,
however, has met with a far more ancient, and, he thinks,
more genuine set of the melody than that communicated by
Burns, which he shall now annex with the first verse of Wed-
derburne's parody.
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Wedderburn's parody must have been well known in Eng-
land early in the reign of Elizabeth, for a new tune was made
to it by J. D. i. e. John Dowland, which is still preserved
in a work called " An Instruction to the Orpharion," print-
ed at London by William Barley, in 1596. Dowland con-
tributed " Mrs Winter's Jump," and several other airs, to this
work ; but his tune of " Go from my Window, goe," is alto-
gether different from the ancient Scottish melody.
DLXXXII.
THE RAIN RINS DOWN THRO' MIRRYLAND TOWN.
This old Scottish ballad was published by Bishop Percy,
under the title of " The Jew's Daughter,1' in his Reliques
of Ancient Poetry, printed at London in 1765. The manu-
script was sent to him from Scotland.
The bishop observes, that " the ballad is probably built
upon some Italian legend, and bears a great resemblance to
the Prioresse's Tale in Chaucer ; the poet seems also to have
had an eye to the known story of Hugh of Lincoln, a child
said to have been murthered there by the Jews, in the reio-n
of Henry III. The conclusion of this ballad appears to be
wanting : what it probably contained, may be seen in Chau-
cer. As for Mirryland-Town, it is probably a corruption
of Milan (called by the Dutch Meylandt) Toun ; since the
Pa is evidently the river Po." — Percy's Reliques.
The story of Hugh of Lincoln, a boy about eight years
old, being murdered by the Jews, and of the child's body
having been discovered in a well by his disconsolate mother,
with the punishments inflicted on that dispersed and perse-
cuted people, are circumstantially narrated by Mathew Paris.
But Bishop Percy observes, that " the supposed practice of
500 DLXXXIL— ■— THE It A IN RINS DOWN, &C
the Jews, in crucifying, and otherwise murdering, Christian
children out of hatred to the religion of their parents, hath
always been alleged in excuse for the cruelties exercised up-
on that wretched people, but which probably never happened
in a single instance. For, if we consider, on the one hand,
the ignorance and superstition of the times when such stories
took their rise, the virulent prejudices of the monks who re-
cord them, and the eagerness with which they would be
catched up by the barbarous populace as a pretence for plun-
der ; on the other hand, the great danger incurred by the
perpetrators, and the inadequate motives they could have to
excite them to a crime of so much horror, we may reasonably
conclude the whole charge to be groundless and malicious."
There are various editions of this ballad. That in the
Museum, which was taken from Percy's Reliques, volume
first, is merely a fragment. A more perfect copy was pub-
lished by Mr Jamieson in his Ancient Ballads and Songs,
printed at Edinburgh in 1806. It was taken down, verba-
tim, from the recitation of Mrs Brown of Falkland, wife of
the reverend Dr Brown. Another edition of the ballad, un-
der the title of " Sir Hugh,'1 appears in Gilchrist's Scottish
Ballads, vol. i. page 210. Edinburgh, 1814. But the fol-
lowing edition, communicated by an intelligent antiquarian
correspondent, appears to be the most complete version yet
obtained.
SIR HUGH OF LINCOLN,
An old Scottish Ballad.
The rain rins down thro' merry Lincoln,
Sae does it down the Pa ;
Sae rin the lads o' merry Lincoln,
Whan they play at the ba\
Four and twenty bonnie young boys
Were playing at the ba',
With sweet Sir Hugh of Lincoln town,
The flower amang them a'.
DLXXXII.— THE RAIN ItlNS DOWN, &C.
He kick'd the ba' wi' his right foot,
And stopt it wi' his knee,
And thro' and thro' the Jew's window-
He gard it quickly flee.
Sir Hugh hied to the Jews castle,
And walk'd it round about,
And there he saw the Jew's daughter,
At a window looking out.
" Cast down the ba' to me, fair maid ;
Cast down the ba' to me :"
" I winna cast down the ba," she said,
" Till you come up to me."
" How will I come up?" said sweet Sir Hugh
" How can I come up to thee ?
For as ye did to my father dear,
The same yell do to me."
t( Come in Sir Hugh, my dear Sir Hugh,
And ye sail get the ha' f
" I winna come in, I canna come in,
Without my play-fere's a'."
Then outen came the Jew's daughter,
The sweet Sir Hugh to win;
She powd the apples red and white,
And wyl'd the young thing in.
She has wyl'd him thro' ae dark dark room,
Sae has she done thro' twa :
She has wyl'd him to anither room
The mirkest o' them a'.
Then she has ta'en a sharp pen-knife,
That hung down by her gair,
And she has twin'd Sir Hugh o' his life •
Ae word he never spake mair.
She laid him on a dressing-board
Whar she did aften dine ;
And then she took his fair body,
And drest it like a swine.
And first came out the thick thick blood,
And syne came out the thin,
And syne came out the bonnie heart's blood
There was nac life left in.
DLXXXII. THE 11AIK 1UNS DOWN,
She rowd him in a cake of lead,
Bade him lie still and sleep :
She cast him in a garden well,
Was fifty fathom deep.
When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
An' a' the bairns came hame ;
Then ilka lady had her young son,
But lady Helen had nane.
She wrapt her mantle her about,
And sair sair gan she weep,
Till she came to the Jew's castle,
When all were fast asleep.
" My bonnie Sir Hugh, my pretty Sir Hugh,
I pray thee to me speak
" O lady rin to the deep draw-well,
Gin ye your son wad seek."
Then she ran to the deep draw-well,
And knelt upon her knee ;
" My bonnie Sir Hugh, my sweet Sir Hugh,
I pray thee speak to me."
" The lead is wond'rous heavy, mither,
The well is very deep ;
A keen pen-knife sticks in my heart,
But, mither, dinna weep."
Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear,
Prepare my winding-sheet,
And at the back o' merry Lincoln,
It's there we twa sail meet.
Now lady Helen is gane hame,
Made him a winding-sheet,
And, at the back o' merry Lincoln
The dead corpse did her meet.
And a' the bells o' merry Lincoln,
Without men's hands were rung ;
And a' the books o' merry Lincoln,
Were read without men's tongue.
Was never heard in Christantie,
By woman, chyld, or man,
Sic sclcouth sounds at a burial,
Sen Adam's days began.
DLXXXII. THE RAIN RINS DOWN, &C.
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Though the foregoing ballad is Scottish, yet, in all pro-
bability, it has been derived from a still more ancient English
tragic ballad ; for the scene of it not only lies in England,
but the English tune to which it was sung is also known.
It is very different from the Scottish melody, and seems even
more appropriate to the melancholy catastrophe of the poem.
For the satisfaction of the reader, we shall annex the English
air, from Mr Smith's " Musica Antiqua," vol. i. folio 65.
THE JEW'S DOCHTER.
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DLXXXIII.
CAULD IS THE E'ENING BLAST.
This short song was written by Burns for the Museum.
It is adapted to an old Scottish air, called " Peggy Ram-
say,"" which, in several bars, resembles the tune of " O'er
Bogie." The ancient words, adapted to the tune of Peggy
Ramsay, began —
Bonny Peggy Ramsay,
As ony man may see,
Has a bonny sweet face,
And a gleg glintin ee.
The old song is witty, but indelicate. A corrupted copy
of it was inserted in the third volume of Henry Playford's
Pills, published at London in 1704, who directs it to be sung
to the tune of " The Suburbs of London/' which is totally
different and very inferior to the original Scottish air.
DLXXXIV.
O, TURN AWAY THOSE CRUEL EYES.
The author of this song is unknown to the Editor. It is
adapted to an old air, called " Be Lordly, Lassie," from
the first line of a silly old nursery song, beginning —
Be lordly, lassie, be lordly,
Be lordly, lassie, be lordly ;
Put a hand in each side
And walk like a bride,
Your mither bids you be lordly.
DLXXXV.
O, MARY, YE'S BE CLAD IN SILK.
This song is only slightly altered from the original words
of " The Siller Crown," which the reader will find in the
third volume of the Museum. — Vide Song No 240.
This new version of " The Siller Crown" first appeared
in Urbani's Collection of Scottish Songs, adapted to a beauti-
ful modern Scottish air, composed by Miss Grace Corbett
of Edinburgh when she was only eleven years old. Both
the words and new melody were copied into the sixth volume
of the Museum, by Urbani's permission.
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DLXXXXVI.
THERE WAS A BONNIE LASS.
This song was written by Burns. The words are adapt-
ed to the tune of a favourite slow march.
DLXXXVII.
NO CHURCHMAN AM I.
This is another production of Burns. It was published
in the second edition of his poems, printed at Edinburgh in
1787. The words are adapted to a beautiful tune, called
" The Lazy Mist," from the last volume of Oswald's Cale-
donian Pocket Companion. Several modern songs, such as
" Prepare, my dear Brethren," — " Honest Dermot," &c.
have been united to this fine old air.
DLXXXVIII.
THE HIGHLANDER'S LAMENT.
This song, beginning " A soldier for gallant achievements
renown'd," is a fragment of a larger poem, supposed to have
been written by an anonymous hand after the battle of Cul-
loden, in 1746. The tune is said to be a Gaelic melody.
DLXXXIX.
THERE'S NEWS, LASSES, NEWS !
This humorous song was retouched by Burns from a very
ancient one, called " I winna gang to my Bed until I get a
Man." It is adapted to the lively old original air, which may
be considered one of the earliest specimens of Scottish
Reels. It appears in Skene's MSS. circa, 1570, under the
title of / winna gang to my Bed till I sud die.
ITXC.
HARD IS THE FATE OF HIM WHO LOVES.
This elegant pastoral song was written by James Thom-
son, Esq. the well-known author of " The Seasons," " The
Castle of Indolence," and many other excellent poems. The
composer of the plaintive air, to which the words are suited,
is not known. The bass part was added by Mr William
Clarke.
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DXCI.
YE MUSES NINE, O LEND YOUR AID!
This song, entitled The Highland King, made its appear-
ance soon after the publication of The Highland Queen, by Mr
Macvicar, to which it was intended as an answer. Vide Song,
No 1. vol i. of the Museum. It was printed as a sheet song,
and did not appear in any regular collection until the publi-
cation of Wilson's " St Cecilia," at Edinburgh in 1779.
The author of the song, as well as the composer of the melo-
dy, have hitherto escaped the Editor's researches.
dxcii.
NELLY'S DREAM.
This song, beginning Bright the moon aboon yon moun-
tain, was written by the late Mr John Hamilton, music-sel-
ler in Edinburgh. He published it with the music as a sheet
song, and it was copied into the Museum by his permission.
Mr Hamilton furnished several other songs for the same
work.
dxciii.
» O THAT I HAD NE'ER BEEN MARRIED.
The first verse of this song is old ; the second was written
by Burns for the Museum. The Bard likewise communica-
ted the beautiful old air to which it is united.
In a letter to Mrs Dunlop, dated 5th December, 1795,
Burns introduces the original lines to her notice, with the fol-
lowing prefatory remarks : " There had much need be ma-
ny pleasures annexed to the states of husband and father ;
for, God knows ! they have many peculiar cares. I cannot
describe to you the anxious sleepless hours these ties fre-
quently give me. I see a train of helpless little folks, me
and my exertions all their stay ; and on what a brittle thread
does the life of man hang ! If I am nipt off at the command
of fate, even in all the vigour of manhood as I am— such
things happen every day ; — gracious God ! what would be-
come of my little flock ! 'Tis here that I envy your people
of fortune. A father on his death-bed, taking an everlasting-
leave of his children, has indeed woe enough ; but the man
1
DXCIII. O THAT I HAD NE'ER BEEN MARRIED. 507
of competent fortune leaves his sons and daughters independ-
ency and friends ; while I but I shall run distracted if I
think any longer on the subject !
" To leave talking of the matter so gravely, I shall sing
with the old Scots ballad —
cc O that I had ne'er been married,
I would never had nae care ;
Now I've gotten wife and bairns—
They cry, crowdie ! evermair.
Crowdie ! ance — crowdie ! — twice—-
Crowdie ! three times in a day ;
An ye crowdie ony mair,
Ye'll crowdie a' my meal away."
DXCIV.
O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE.
This fragment is copied verbatim from Herd's Collection,
printed in 1776. Burns had a high opinion of its poetical
merit. In a letter to Mr Thomson, he says, " Do you know
the following beautiful little fragment in Witherspoon's Col-
lection of Scots Songs ?
Air. — " Hughie Graham"
" O gin my love were yon red rose
That grows upon the castle wa',
And I mysel' a drap o' dew,
Into her bonnie breast to fa' !
Oh ! there, beyond expression blest,
I'd feast on beauty a' the night :
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus' light.
" This thought is inexpressibly beautiful, and quite, so far
as I know, original. It is too short for a song, else I would
forswear you altogether, unless you gave it a place. I have
often tried to eke a stanza to it, but in vain. After balancing
myself, for a musing five minutes, on the hind-legs of my el-
bow-chair, I produced the following :
" O were my love yon lilac fair,
Wi' purple blossoms to the spring ;
And I a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing ;
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vWAvcv twc^ vvviw Ycui <suvV hXu^iv^, m
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DXCIV. O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE.
How wad I mourn when it was torn
By autumn wild and winter rude !
But I wad sing on wanton wing
When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd."
" These verses are very far inferior to the foregoing, I
frankly confess ; but if worthy insertion at all, they might be
first in place, as every poet, who knows any thing of his trade,
will husband his best thoughts for a concluding stroke.'"
Burns* Works.
Mr Thomson paid attention to this hint in arranging the
old and new words ; but, in place of the air of " Hughie
Graham," (the music and words of which old ballad are
printed in the fourth volume of the Museum, vide Song No
303), he has adapted the song to a Gaelic or Irish melody ;
for it is claimed by both nations. This melody, in Gow's
Second Collection, is called Ceanu dubh dileas, and in Fra-
ser's Highland Airs, Cuir a glmoil dileas tharrum do lamh,
i. e. " Place, true Love, thine arms around me." All these
three sets of the tune differ, in some notes, from each other,
as well as from the Irish set of the same air, printed in the
Irish Melodies.
In the Museum, the words of O gin my Love were yon red
Rose, are united to a strathspey tune, printed in Gow's Fourth
Collection of Reels, &c. under the title of « Lord Balconies
Favourite, a very old Highland tune," which was afterwards
published under the new title of « Gloomy Winter's now awa,"
from the first line of a beautiful Scots song adapted to that
air, written by the late Mr Robert Tannahill of Paisley.
This strathspey, however, has lately been claimed as a modern
production by Mr Alexander Campbell, the editor of Albyn's
Anthology. In the first volume of that work, Mr C. says
he composed this strathspey in the year 1783, and in ] 791, or
1792, he published and inscribed it to the Rev. Patrick Mac-
donald of Kilmore. The writer of this article has made a di-
ligent search for this production, but has met with no copy to
decide the question between Messrs Gow and Campbell. But
DXCIV.— O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE. 509
the reader, on comparing the air of Burns' song of c< O lay
thy Loof in mine, Lass," (vide No 574 of the Museum), which
was taken from Aird's First Collection, and has been known
time out of mind by the name of " The Cordwainer's March,"
will observe a striking similarity between it and the disputed
composition.
But the proper air of « O gin my Love were but a
Bose," is neither the Strathspey in question, nor Hughie
Graham, nor the Gaelic or Irish Melody before alluded
to. Both the words and air of this old song are still very
well known. The first four lines of it, as printed in Herd's
Collection, only are genuine ; the other four, though beauti-
ful, are comparatively modern. The strain of double mean-
ing, that runs through the whole of the eight verses of the old
song, prevents their insertion in the present work ; but the
tune to which they are uniformly sung, is that which Mr
Anderson has selected for his song of Gently blow ye East-
em Breezes, printed in the sixth volume of the Museum.
Vide Song No. 562.
DXCV.
THERE'S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE, WHEN OUR GOOD-
WIFE'S AW A.
This very humorous modern ballad is a parody of the
celebrated poetic tale, called The Wife of Juchtermuchty,
which tradition affirms to have been composed by a priest of
the name of Moffat, in the reign of James V. A manuscript
copy of the original, which is preserved in the Bannatyne
Manuscript of 1568, in the Advocates' Library, Edinburgh,
corroborates the traditional account, for the signature " quod
Moffat" is actually subjoined to that copy. This curious old
ballad is printed in Herd's Collection 1776, and in several
others. But the most perfect edition is that in Blackwood's
Edinburgh Monthly Magazine for April 1817.
The name of the author of the parody has not yet been
discovered ; but the writer has evidently meant it to be an
answer to the beautiful ballad of, There's nae Luck about
5
510 dxcv.- — there's nae luck about the house, &c.
. the House when our Gudeman's awa, which was written by
JL William Julius Mickle, Esq., the ingenious translator of
The Lusiad. It is printed in the first volume of the
Museum. Vide Song, No 44. The beautiful tune to which
Mickle's ballad was adapted, would have suited the parody
equally well ; but Johnson united the latter to a sprightly
modern tune for the sake of greater variety.
DXCVI.
WILLIE AND ANNET.
This old Border ballad was inserted in Herd's Collection
in 1776. In the Museum the words are adapted to an air in
the new series of The Vocal Magazine, published at Edin-
burgh, by the late Mr James Sibbald, in 1803. In that work
the air is said to have been " communicated by a lady in
Orkney.'' But the old Border melody is much better adapted
to the words. Vide notes on Song No 482, of the Museum.
DXCVII.
O MALLY'S MEEK, MALLY'S SWEET.
This song was written by Burns for the Museum. He
also communicated the air to which it is united ; but it is evi-
dently borrowed from the fine old Lowland melody of
Andro and his cutty Gun.
XCVIII.
TELL ME, JESSY, TELL ME WHY.
This song was written and published by the late Mr John
Hamilton, music-seller in Edinburgh, by whose permission it
was inserted in the Museum.
DXC1X.
I CARE NA FOR YOUR EEN SAE £LUE.
This song was also written and published by Mr John Ha-
milton, before it appeared, by his permission, in the Museum.
DC.
GOOD NIGHT AND JOY BE WI' YOU A'.
This beautiful tune has, time out of mind, been played at
the breaking up of convivial parties in Scotland. The prin-
cipal publishers of Scottish music have also adopted it, as their
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DC. GOOD NIGHT AND JOY BE Wl' YOU a\ Ml
farewell air, in closing their musical works. Macgibbon placed
it at the end of his third and last volume of Scottish Airs, pub-
lished in 1755. Oswald closed the fourth volume of his Ca-
ledonian Pocket Companion with the same air. Oswald pro-
bably then thought it would be the last volume of his work,
but he afterwards found materials for no less than eight
more. Mr James Johnson followed the same example, in
closing his sixth and last volume of the Scots Musical Mu-
seum.
There are two songs adapted to this air in the Museum.
The first is said to have been composed by Thomas Arm-
strong, the night before his execution for the murder of Sir
John Carmichael of Edrom, warden of the middle marches
on the Border of Scotland. The warden was murdered 16th
June 1600, and Armstrong suffered on 14th November
1601. It is by no means certain that these verses are the
original words.
This tune was a particular favourite with Burns, who
wrote the second song, beginning Adieu ! a heartwarm
fond adieu I In one of his letters, he says, « Ballad-
making is now as completely my hobby-horse, as ever fortifi-
cation was Uncle Toby's ; so I'll e'en canter it away till I
come to the limit of my race, (God grant that I may take
the right side of the winni ng-post !), and then, cheer-
fully looking back on the honest folks with whom I have
been happy, I shall say or sing, 6 Sae merry as we a' hae
been !' and raising my last looks to the whole of the human
race, the last words of the voice of Coila shall be, c Good
night and joy be wi' you a' ? Works, vol iv. Burns here
calls himself the Voice of Coila, in imitation of Ossian,
who styles himself the Voice of Cona. Coila, or Kyle, is the
middle bailiewick of Ayrshire.
The second song was printed in Burns's Works, at Edin-
burgh in 1787. It is there entitled « The Farewell to the
Brethren of St James's Lodge, Tarbolton, tune, Good Night
and Joy be wi' you a'." Burns became a member of this
512 DC. GOOD NIGHT AND JOY BE WI1 YOU a\
lodge of Freemasons, after his family removed to the farm of
Lochlea, in the parish of Tarbolton, Ayrshire." During this
period (says his brother Gilbert,) he became a Freemason,
which was his first introduction to the life of a boon com-
panion. Yet, notwithstanding these circumstances, and the
praises he has bestowed on Scotch drink, (which seem to
have misled his historians,) I do not recollect, during these
seven years, nor towards the end of his commencing author
(when his growing celebrity occasioned his being often in
company,) to have ever seen him intoxicated, nor was he at
all given to drinking." — Life of Burns.
We shall conclude these remarks with the following mas-
terly song, to the same tune, written by Alexander Bosweli
of Auchinleck, Esq. M. P. It is entitled « The old Chef-
tain to his Sons," and conclude the fourth volume of Mr
George Thomson's Collection of Scottish Songs.
Good night, and joy be wi' ye a',
Your harmless mirth has cheer'd my heart ;
May life's fell blasts out-o'er ye blavv !
In sorrow may ye never part !
My spirit lives, but strength is gone,
The mountain fires now blaze in vain :
Remember, sons, the deeds I've done,
And in your deeds I'll live again !
When on yon muir our gallant clan,
Frae boasting foes their banners tore.
Who show'd himsel a better man,
Or fiercer wav'd the red claymore ?
But when in peace — then mark me there,
When thro' the glen the wanderer came,
I gave him of our hardy fare,
I gave him here a welcome hame.
The auld will speak, the young maun hear,
Be canty, but be good and leal ;
Your ain ills ay hae heart to bear,
Anither's ay hae heart to feel ;
So, ere I set, I'll see you shine,
I'll see you triumph ere I fa' ;
My parting breath shall boast you mine,
Good night, and joy be wi' ye a'.
FINIS.
Oliver $ Boyd, Printers.
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ADDITIONAL ILLUSTRATIONS.
PART VI.
Dili.
RED GLEAMS THE SUN.
This Song was afterwards inserted by the author in his
collection of « Poetry chiefly in the Scotish Language. By
Robert Couper, M.D." Inverness, 1804, 2 vols. 12mo.
He was the author of other lyrical pieces. One of these,
written " to a beautiful old Highland air," called Geordy
Agam, is inserted in Campbell's Albyn's Anthology, vol. ii.
p. 23. The author states, that he wrote this song at
the request of L. G. G. (Lady Georgiana Gordon, now
Duchess of Bedford), and that it alludes « to her noble
brother (the Marquis of Huntley), then with his regiment
m Holland. A few days after it was written, and to the
author's great uneasiness, the news arrived of his being
wounded, from which he is not yet recovered."
Dr Thomas Murray, in his Literary History of Gallo-
way, p. 247, refers to a MS. Life of Dr Couper, « com-
municated by his accomplished friend, John Black, Esq.,
Wigton. On applying to Dr Murray, I was favoured with
the following abstract of the memoir:—
" Robert Couper was born at Balsier, parish of Sor-
bie, Wigtonshire, of which farm his father was tenant, on
the 22d September 1750. He entered a student in Glas-
gow College in 1769. He studied at first for the Scotish
Church ; but his parents having died, and his patrimony
being small, if any thing at all, he accepted of an office as
tutor in a family in the State of Virginia, America, where he
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RED GLEAMS THE SUN.
meant to take orders to enter the Episcopal Church as a
clergyman. The date of his going to America is not given.
But he returned in 1776, owing to the breaking out of the
war of Independence. He returned to the College of Glas-
gow, and having studied medicine, and taken his diploma
as a surgeon, (date not known,) he began practice at New-
tonstewart, a village of 2000 inhabitants, in his native
county. While at Glasgow, he had gained the friendship
of Dr Hamilton, professor of midwifery, on whose recom-
mendation to the Duke of Gordon, Couper settled in Foch-
abers (I am informed, in 1788), as physician to his Grace.
Previously to going there, and preparatory to it, he had
obtained the degree of M. D. from the College of Glas-
gow, to c prevent people, no wiser than himself, from dic-
tating to him.' At this time, that is, shortly after settling
in Fochabers, he married Miss Stott, daughter of the Rev.
Ebenezer Stott, minister of the parish of MinnigafF, Kirk-
cudbrightshire. He left Fochabers in 1806. He died in
Wigton on the 18th January 1818. He was F. R. S. E."
DVI.
WHERE ESK ITS SILVER CURRENT LEADS.
The author of this Song was David Carey, who was
known during the earlier part of this century as "an elegant
poet and agreeable novelist." He was a native of Arbroath,
and he died at his father's house, in that town, after a pro-
tracted illness, on the 4th of October 1824, in the forty-
second year of his age. A brief but interesting biographical
notice, and a list of his various works, will be found in the
Scots Magazine, for November 1824, p. 637.
dviii.
ROW SAFTLY, THOU STREAM.
The collection of Poems and Songs, by Richard Gall,
(the author of this and other Songs in the present volume
of the Museum,) which is mentioned by Mr S. at page 444,
ROW SAFTLY, THOU STREAM.
515
bears the date " Edinburgh, from the press of Oliver and
Boyd," 1819. 12mo.
DX.
O CHERUB CONTENT.
This early production of a poet who has attained such
high distinction as the author of " The Pleasures of Hope,"
is not contained in the collected edition of his Poems.
Thomas Campbell, Esq., is a native of Glasgow, and
was born in the year 1777, as, I think, he stated two
years ago, at a public dinner given him in this place. His
" Hohenlinden," " Ye Mariners of England," and other
compositions, rank him as a lyric poet of the first order.
DXII.
THE BATTLE OF HARLAW.
This well-known ballad, or poem, is probably not older
than the latter part of the 16 th century. There was an
edition printed in the year 1668, which Ramsay prob-
ably copied, when he inserted the poem in " The Ever-
green," 1724.
DXIII.
O BOTHWELL BANK.
This Song was evidently, or rather avowedly, founded
upon an interesting incident related in Verstegan's " Resti-
tution of Decayed Intelligence," first published at Ant-
werp, 1605.
In Pinkerton's Select Scotish Ballads, vol. ii. p. 131.
Lond. 1783, where this Song first appeared, it consists of
three stanzas, disfigured by an affected use of obsolete
words. The first stanza is descriptive, and runs thus : —
On the blyth Beltane, as I went
Be mysel attour the green bent,
Wharby the crystal waves* of Clyde
Throch saughs and hanging hazels glyde,
There sadly sitting on a brae,
I heard a damsel speak her wae.
The other two verses are given in the Musical Museum,
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O BOTHWELL BANK.
some of the words being modernized, and two lines added to
suit the music. Pinkerton's imitations of our old ballad
poetry, were not happy. In the account of his writings
given in Chambers's Lives of Eminent Scotsmen, we meet,
indeed, with the following astounding assertion respecting
his publication of Ancient Scotish Poems, from Sir Richard
Maitland's MSS. — " Pinkerton maintained that he had
found the Manuscript in the Pepysian Library at Cam-
bridge ; and, in his correspondence, he sometimes alludes
to the circumstances with very admirable coolness. The
FORGERY WAS ONE OF THE MOST AUDACIOUS RECORDED IN
the annals of transcribing. Time, place, and cir-
cumstances, were all minutely stated — there was no mys-
tery." (vol. iv. p. 102.) I confess my ignorance of what is
here meant by " the Annals of Transcribing," unless, per-
chance, it may have some allusion to the learned Mr
Penny, the " Historian of Linlithgowshire," whose accu-
racy and minute research were so highly commended by his
literary executors in 1831, although, it must be admitted,
that the merit of his work consists wholly in the accuracy
with which he transcribed that portion of Chalmers's " Cale-
donia," which relates to the Shire. In regard to Pinkerton,
it would have been strange had he pretended any " mys-
tery" where there was none; as the MSS. in question
may be seen in the Pepysian Library to this day. Some
half century after this, it is as probable that the future
biographer of Mr Robert Chambers shall attribute to him
all Burns's Poems, contained in his late comprehensive
edition of that poet, as that any one should have given Pin-
kerton the credit of having written the poems by Henry-
son, Dunbar, and the other old Scotish Makers, contained
in Maitland's Manuscript Collections, from which Pinker-
ton's Selections, printed in 1782, were copied. After all,
it ought to be added, that the contributor of the article in
Chambers's Work, merely improves upon the similar blun-
dering statement that appeared in Nichols's Literary Il-
lustrations, &c, vol. v. p. 670.
O BOTHWELL BANK.
517
John Pinkerton was born at Edinburgh, 17th of Feb-
ruary 1758, and died at Paris, 10th of March 1825, at
the age of sixty-seven. With all his insufferable petulance
and conceit, (not to mention other failings,) he was un-
questionably a man of learning and research; and he render-
ed very important services to the history and early litera-
ture of his native country, by several of his publications.
DXV.
LAMINGTON RACES.
This Song is attributed, at page 456, to " Mr Macaulay,
an acquaintance of Mr Johnson," the publisher of the Mu-
seum. I have not ascertained who this Mr M. was ; but it
is not improbable that he was the same with James Mac-
aulay, printer in Edinburgh, the author of a volume of
" Poems on various subjects, in Scots and English." —
" Edinburgh, printed for and sold by the Author, Print-
ing-office, Castlehill, 1790," 12mo. pp. 300.
DXVI.
THE BANKS OF THE DEE.
This Song was long and deservedly popular. As stated
at page 456, it was written in 1775, and it appeared in
several collections. In 64 The Goldfinch," Edinb. 1782, it
is accompanied " With additions by a Lady," being four
stanzas, no doubt the same that Mr S. notices as contain-
ed in Wilson's collection, 1779, and there said to be by
" Miss Betsy B— s."
The author of " The Banks of the Dee," was John
Tait, Esq., who had been an assiduous wooer of the muses
in his younger days. Besides the frequent contributions to
the Poets' Corner, signed J. T — t, consisting of elegiac and
other verses, which appeared in Ruddiman's Edinburgh
Weekly Magazine for 1770, and subsequent years, he pub-
lished anonymously, the " Cave of Morar," " Poetical
Legends," and some other poems, in a separate form. Mr
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THE BANKS OF THE DEE.
Tait passed as Writer to the Signet, 21st November 1781.
In July 1805, when the new system of police was intro-
duced into Edinburgh, he was appointed Judge of Police,
and he continued to preside in that Court till July 1812;
when it was again remodelled by Act of Parliament, and
the decision of Police cases replaced in the hands of the
Magistrates of the City. (See Kay's Portraits, vol. ii. p.
147.) He died at his house in Abercrombie Place, 29th of
August 1817. (Scots Mag. 1817, p. 99.)
DXXV.
willy's rare and willy's fair.
This song is contained in the second volume of the
Orpheus Caledonius, 1733, and not in the first volume,
1725. So likewise is Hamilton's ballad, " The Braes of
Yarrow." This favourite theme in Scotish Song, has
obtained additional celebrity by the verses of our great
English Poet, Mr Wordsworth, who to his " Yarrow Un-
visited," in 1803, " and Yarrow Visited," in 1814, again
honoured this much favoured stream by his " Yarrow Re-
visited," in 1831.
DXXIX.
AH ! MARY ! SWEETEST MAID, FAREWELL.
This song was included in a small volume of " Songs,
chiefly in the Scottish dialect. Edinburgh, 1803," 8vo,
published anonymously, in which the songs were given in
a more correct form, in consequence of several of them
having been printed " without the Author's permission, and
with alterations, which he did not consider as improve-
ments." The author of this and two other songs in this
volume, (See pages 435 and 512,) Sir Alexander Bos-
well of Auchinleck, was the eldest son of the biographer
of Johnson, and was born 9th of October 1775. He suc-
ceeded to his paternal estate in 1795, and was created a
Baronet in 1821. At a time when party politics ran high,
ah! mary! sweetest maid, farewell. 519
his disposition to satirical writing unfortunately involved him
in a dispute, which was the occasion of that fatal duel, 26th
of March 1822, that cut off in the prime of life, a gentleman
of much natural genius and high acquirements, only a few
days after having performed the last sad offices to his brother
James, the friend of Malone, and the editor of Shakspeare.
Some affecting lines, written on the death of his brother, were
found in Sir Alexander's pocket-book after his own death.
Sir A.'s love of literature was exemplified by the republica-
tion of many rare and curious works, for private circulation,
from his press at Auchinleck, of which a full list is given
by Mr Martin, in his 4 4 Bibliographical Catalogue of Books.
Privately printed." Lond. 1834, 8vo.
DXXXVI.
WILLIAM AND MARGARET.
44 A gentleman of universal erudition lately showed me
a MS. copy of the above, with a notice prefixed, that it
was composed on — 4 Sharp, and Gregory's Daughter/
most probably a descendant of Archbishop Sharp, and a
lady of the learned house of Gregory, for some time settled
at St Andrew's.
44 I may mention here, that Mallet's song, 4 A youth
adorned with every art' — was composed on the ill-fated
loves of Lady Jean Hume, daughter of Alexander, seventh
Earl of Home, and Lord Robert Kerr, killed in the bloom
of youth, and extraordinary personal attractions, at the
battle of Culloden. Susanna Kennedy, Countess of Eglin-
toune, used to sing this pretty ballad, and relate its origin;
she was well acquainted with both the parties.
44 The music of this song was composed by Oswald."
(C. K. S.)
The editor of Andrew Marvell's works, Lond. 1776, in the
Preface (vol. i. p. xx), refers to a MS. volume of 44 Mar-
vell's Poems, some written with his own hand, and the rest
copied by his order," among which was a copy of this
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well-known ballad. He accordingly claimed it for Mar-
vell, charging Mallet with gross plagiarism. " I am
sorry this truth (he adds) did not appear sooner, that the
Scots Bard might have tried to defend himself ; but now
the jackdaw must be stripped of his stolen plumage, and
the fine feathers must be restored to the real peacock."
Notwithstanding this bold assertion, (and, upon the same
grounds, he claims for Marvell some undoubted composi-
tions by Addison,) it is perfectly evident that the MS. he
refers to, must have contained a number of pieces transcrib-
ed forty years subsequent to Marvell's death Allan Ram-
say wrote a poetical address to Mr David Malloch on his
departure from Scotland (Poems, vol. ii. p. 402), in which
he specially mentions "his tender strains," in this ballad of
William and Margaret.
Gibbon, in the Memoirs of his own life, mentions, that
about the time when he professed himself a Roman Catholic,
he had resided for some time with Mallet, " by whose
philosophy I was rather scandalized than reclaimed." There
are some curious anecdotes respecting his irreligion, in
Davies's life of Garrick.
DXL.
O TELL ME, &C.
The song by Mr Graham of Gartmore need not be
quoted here, from a work so well known as the Minstrelsy
of the Scottish Border. When first published by Sir
Walter Scott, he considered it to be a traditional version of a
song of the age of Charles I. ; and he afterwards remarked,
that the verses " have much of the romantic expression of
passion common to the poets of that period, whose lays
still reflected the setting beams of chivalry." Curious
enough, however, in a collection published by John Ross,
Organist in Aberdeen, the song is given as written " by
Mr Jeffreys." There is no reason, however, to doubt, that
Sir Walter was correct in subsequently assigning it to Mr
O TELL ME, &C.
521
Graham, of whom the following is a brief notice, obligingly-
communicated by Sir John Graham Dalyell, Kt., who is
his nephew on the mother's side. (See Douglas's Peerage,
by Wood, vol. i. p. 639.)
" Robert Graham of Gartmore, was the son of Nicol
Graham of Gartmore, by Lady Margaret Cunningham,
eldest daughter of William, twelfth Earl of Glencairn.
After discharging the office of Receiver- General of the
Revenue of the island of Jamaica, he returned to Scotland
on the decease of his elder brother, William, and succeeded
his father in his estates, in the year 1775 : and, on the de-
mise of John, the last Earl of Glencairn, he succeeded to
the estates of Finlayston. Mr Graham was a man of refined
taste, and of a patriotic disposition ; he warmly encouraged
the reform so long projected of the royal boroughs, and re-
presented the county of Stirling in Parliament (in 1794).
Having been elected Rector of the University of Glasgow,
he bestowed some testimony of liberality in its favour,
which he was the better enabled to do from his ample for-
tune. Mr Graham married first, a sister of Sir John Tay-
lor, baronet, by whom he had two sons and two daugh-
ters. Secondly, a lady alike beautiful and amiable, Eliza-
beth, eldest daughter of Thomas Buchanan of Leny ; whose
son, the late Dr Francis Hamilton Buchanan, was recog-
nised as chief of the family of Buchanan."— Mr Graham of
Gartmore died the 11th of December 1797.
DXLI.
WHAT AILS THIS HEART OF MINE.
In the Scots Magazine, for February 1803, there is in-
serted another excellent song, entitled " The Nabob. By
the late Miss Blamire, Carlisle," to the tune of Auld
Langsyne. It begins,
When silent time, with lightly foot
Had trode on thirty years,
I sought again my native land
With many hopes and fears :
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WHAT AILS THIS HEART OF MINE.
Wha kens gin the dear friends I left
May still continue mine,
Or gin I e'er again shall taste
The joys I left langsyne.
Miss Susannah Blamire was a native of Cumberland,
and was born at Thackwood-nook, in the parish of Sowerby.
She died at Carlisle in 1795, aged 49, and lies interred
at Roughton Head, near Rose Castle. Her nephew, Wil-
liam Blamire, Esq., lately one of the Members of Parlia-
ment for Cumberland, possesses the patrimonial estate
called The Oakes, a beautiful property about three miles
from Carlisle ; and Rose Castle is possessed by her aunt.
For this information I am indebted to Patrick Maxwell,
Esq., who is forming a collection of her poems. Mr M.
adds, that " Miss Blamire was very affable to the poor and
the peasantry about her, and that she was generally ad-
dressed in their provincial manner by the title of Miss
Sukey"
DXLIII.
ROBIN SHURE IN HAIRST*
" « Written for this work, by Robert Burns.' This is
probably wrong ; or Burns suppressed the last stanza, to
be found in the stall copies, besides substituting " three
goose feathers and whittle," for the indecent line in the
third : it is likely that he only altered the song for the
Museum, making it applicable to himself as an author, by
the three goose quills and the pen-knife. The last stanza
begins :
" Now I'm Robin's bride, free frae kirk fo'ks bustle,
Robin's a' my ain, wi's, &c, &c., &c." — (C. K. S.)
DXL1V.
MAGGY LAUDER.
The late Mr William Motherwell had made some collec-
tions for an edition of the Poems attributed to the Semples
of Beltrees. As his papers are still in the hands of his
MAGGY LAUDER.
523
friend, Mr P. A. Ramsay, it is to be hoped that the pro-
ject will not be abandoned.
My good friend, William Tennant, Esq., the author
of the inimitable poem of " Anster Fair," mentioned at page
478, as then newly appointed Teacher, or Professor of
Languages in Dollar Academy, has since (in 1835) ob-
tained higher and more congenial preferment, as Professor
of Oriental Languages in St Mary's College, St Andrew's —
an appointment alike honourable to the patrons and to
himself, as the reward of learning and genius. — A short
Memoir of Professor Tennant is prefixed to Chambers's late
edition of « « Anster Fair," Edinb. 1838, 8vo.
" In former times, the singers of this ditty used to in-
form their audience that Maggie was at last burnt for a
witch ; I could never find her name in any lists of Satan's
Seraglio which I have had an opportunity of inspecting.
" Some amusing verses were said to have been composed
to this air, by a very eccentric person, Lady Dick of Pres-
tonfield : before the reader peruses them, a short account
may be given of the reputed authoress. She was the daugh-
ter of Lord Royston, a Lord of Session, son of the Earl
of Cromarty, and the wife of Sir William Dick, with whom
she did not live on the best of terms, having a high spirit,
much satirical wit, and no children to endear their conjugal
union. Her strange fancies and frolics were well remem-
bered fifty years ago ; and that with considerable spleen, as
she made herself many enemies by the lampoons she was in
the habit of composing. Among her other odd freaks, she
took it into her head to enact the she-Petrarch to Sir Peter
Murray of Balmanno, whose perfections she celebrated in
several other copies of verses, besides the subjoined song —
two of these have been printed in a small ballad book, de-
dicated to Sir Walter Scott. There seems to have been
nothing criminal in her admiration, as she made no secret
of her poetical effusions— but those whom she had offended
by poems of a different stamp, were naturally eager enough
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MAGGY LAUDER.
to put the worst constructions on her mirth, and pretended
to take seriously what was only meant in jest. Lady Dick
died in the year 1741. There is a half-length portrait of
her at Prestonfield, not handsome, and ill painted. Her
Adonis, Sir Peter, married in 1751, Anne, daughter of
Alexander Hay of Drummelzier."-_(C. K. S.)
Tune — Maggy Lauder.
On Tweedside dwells a gallant swain,
The darling o' the women ;
Whene'er he makes his entering bow,
With joy their eyes are swimming.
Tho' gallant he, yet snug his heart,
He only plays with Cupid,
For as Minerva guides the youth
He never can be stupid.
Tho' gallant he, yet snug his heart,
He only plays with Cupid,
For reason tames his passions ; thus
He never can be duped.
O, when he dances at a ball,
He's rarely worth the seeing ;
So light he trips, you would him take
For some aerial being !
While pinky winky go his een,
How blest is each bystander ;
How gracefully he leads the fair,
When to her seat he hands her !
While pinky winky go his een,
How blest is each bystander !
More conquests he is said to make
Than e'er did Alexander.
But when in accents saft and sweet
He chants forth Lizzy Baillie,
His dying looks and attitude
Enchant ; they cannot fail ye.
The loveliest widow in the land,
When she could scarce disarm him,
Alas, the belles in Roxburghshire
Must never hope to charm him.
O happy, happy, happy she,
Could make him change his plan, sir,
MAGGY LAUDER.
525
And of this rigid bachelor
Convert the married man, sir.
O happy, and thrice happy she
Could make him change his plan, sir.
And to the gentle Benedick,
Convert the single man, sir.
How could the lovely Roman give
To Michael all her beauty,
When Peter's such a worthy saint,
To whom she owed her duty !
How could the lovely Roman let
That Michael take possession ;
Nor angel he, nor saint, nor yet
An embryo Lord of Session.
The lady to whom the above verses are assigned, was
Anne Mackenzie, daughter of the Hon. Sir James Macken-
zie, a Senator of the College of Justice, under the title of
Lord Royston (and third son of George, first Earl of Cro-
martie), by Elizabeth, daughter of Sir George Mackenzie
of Rosehaugh, Lord Advocate in the reign of Charles the
Second. As stated above, she became Lady Dick by mar-
riage. In the Scots Magazine for September 1741, (p.
431,) where her death is recorded, she is simply styled
" The Lady of Sir William Dick of Corstorphine."
DXLV.
A COGGIE OF ALE.
Andrew Shirrefs, A. M., was a bookbinder in Aberdeen.
Burns, in the notes of his Northern Tour, mentions having
seen him, and calls him " a little decrepid body, with some
abilities." He is best known as the author of " Jamie
and Bess, or the Laird in Disguise, a Scots Pastoral
Comedy, in imitation of the Gentle Shepherd.', It was
first printed at Aberdeen, 1787, 12mo, and was frequently
performed at different theatres in the country. In the de-
dication « To the Honourable the County Club of Aber-
deenshire," the author says, " he never was, and probably
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A COGGIE OF ALE.
never will be, without the limits of their county." As
stated, however, at page 479, Shirrefs migrated to the
South in 1798, but whether he spent the rest of his life
at London, and when or where he died, I have not been
able to ascertain.
DXLVIII.
THE BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND.
" Mr Ritson, in his 6 North Country Chorister,' gives
the older words of this ballad, beginning — « There was a
Highland laddie courted a Lowland lass' — and adds, 6 this
song has been lately introduced upon the stage by Mrs
Jordan, who knew neither the words nor the tune;' but
there is another set of words, probably as old, which I
transcribed from a 4to collection of songs in MS. made by
a lady upwards of seventy years ago.'" — (C. K. S.)
O, fair maid, whase aught that bonny bairn,
O, fair maid, whase aught that bonny bairn ?
It is a sodger's son, she said, that's lately gone to Spain,
Te dilly dan, te dilly dan, te dilly, dilly dan.
O, fair maid, what was that sodger's name ?
O, fair, &c.
In troth a'tweel, I never speird — the mair I was to blame.
Te dilly dan, &c.
O, fair maid, what had that sodger on ?
O, fair, &c.
A scarlet coat laid o'er wi' gold, a waistcoat o' the same.
Te dilly dan, &c.
O, fair maid, what if he should be slain ?
O, fair, &c.
The king would lose a brave sodger, and I a pretty man.
Te dilly dan, &c.
O, fair maid, what if he should come hame ?
O, fair, &c.
The parish priest should marry us, the clerk should say amen.
Te dilly dan, &c.
THE BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND.
527
O, fair maid, would ye that sodger ken ?
O, fair, &c.
In troth a'tweel, an' that I wad, among ten thousand men.
Te dilly, &c.
O, fair maid, what if I be the man ?
O, fair, &c.
In troth a'tweel, it may be so j I'se haud ye for the same.
Te dilly dan, te dilly dan, te dilly, dilly dan.
The song, by the late Mrs Grant, referred to at p. 480,
is too well known to be quoted in this place. This lady,
Anne Mac vicar, was born at Glasgow in 1755, was mar-
ried to the Rev. James Grant, minister of Laggan, in 1779,
whom she survived many years, and died at Edinburgh, 7th
of November 1838, in the 84th year of her age. A detail-
ed notice of her life and writings, which originally appear-
ed in the Edinburgh newspapers, will be found in the
Gentleman's Magazine for January 1839, p. 97.
DLIII.
THE FEINT A CRUM OF THEE SHE FAWS.
This ancient song, Return hameward, &c, says Mr S.,
was revised by Allan Ramsay, and printed in the Tea- Table
Miscellany, 1724. It was likewise included in " The
Evergreen," by Ramsay, who had used undue freedoms in
altering the original verses, which were the production of
Alexander Scott, a poet who flourished about the middle
of the sixteenth century, and who has been styled the Ana-
creon of Scotland. See edition of Scott's Poems, p. 100.
Edinb. 1821, small 8vo.
DLVII.
O GIN I WERE FAIRLY SHOT o' HER.
John Anderson, music-engraver, the writer of this and
of some other verses, in the last part of the Museum, is, I
am informed, still living in Edinburgh.
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ARGYLE IS MY NAME.
DLX.
ARGYLE IS MY NAME.
" This song is older than the period here assigned to it
and if the name of Maggie is to be trusted, can only apply
to the first Marquis of Argyle, whose wife was Lady Mar-
garet Douglas, daughter of the Earl of Morton. He was
so very notorious a coward, that this song could have been
made by nobody but himself, unless to turn him into ridi-
cule."— (C. K. S.)
DLXIX.
HOW SWEET THE LONE VALE.
The Honourable Andrew Erskine, was the third son
of Alexander, fifth Earl of Kellie, by his lady, who was a
daughter of Dr Pitcairne. He was born about the year
1739, and having embraced a military life, he held a lieu-
tenant's commission in the 71st regiment of foot, as early,
at least, as 1759. On its being reduced in 1763, he ex-
changed from half-pay into the 24th regiment of foot, then
quartered at Gibraltar. Previous to this, he had carried
on a kind of literary correspondence, in verse as well as
prose, with James Boswell of Auchinleck, Esq., which,
with that most insatiable desire for notoriety which cha-
racterised him, were published by the latter, at London,
1763, 8vo, in order, as it was expressed, to gratify " Curi-
osity, the most prevalent of all our passions." Whether
the publication of these letters, in " their present more
conspicuous form,'' raised the character of the writers in
public estimation, we need not stop to enquire. Both of
them were likewise principal contributors to Donaldson's
collection of " Original Poems, by Scots gentlemen."
Edin. 1760 and 1762, 2 vol. 12mo. Mr Erskine's " Town
Eclogues," and other poems, appeared at a later date. He
died suddenly, in the neighbourhood of Edinburgh, about
the end of September 1793, much lamented. Mr George
HOW SWl.ET THE LONE VALE.
529
Thomson sent Burns an account of his death, as appears
from Burns's reply, dated Oct. 1793, but the letter itself
was not published by Dr Currie.
His eldest brother, Thomas Alexander, sixth Earl of
Kellie, born 1st of September 1732, who was so distin-
guished for his musical genius, was also an occasional writer
of verses. His brother Andrew, in 1762, alludes to some
poems written by Lord Kellie ; as in a letter to Boswell,
he says, " Donaldson tells me that he wants thirty or
forty pages, to complete his volume; pray, don't let him
insert any nonsense to fill it up," (an advice that was alto-
gether disregarded;) " but try John Home, and John
R[ ?]> who I hear is a very good poet ; you may also
hint the thing to Mr N[airne?], and to my brother Lord
K[ellie], who has some excellent poems by him." The
following Song, I have been assured on good authority,
was written by Lord Kellie. It seems, at least, to have
been written by some one not a professed dealer in rhyme.
It is now first printed from a MS. Album, containing
Songs and Poems, written before the year 1 780, in the pos-
session of Thomas Mansfield, Esq. of Scatwell.
KELSO RACES.
Tune — Logan Water.
1.
You have heard of our sweet little races at Kelso ;
Of the riders and horses, and how they all fell so,
Of Dirleton 1 and Kelly Sir John— and, what's still more,
The famed clerk of Green- Cloth, Sir Alexander Gilmore.
2.
Of Dukes there were two, of Duchesses one,
As sweet a dear woman as e'er blest a man ;
Of mien most engaging, how finely she dances,
With her sister-in-law, full of mirth, Lady Frances.2
1 Nisbet of Dirleton.
2 Lady Frances Scott, afterwards Lady Douglas of Both we 11.
2 p
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KELSO RACES.
3.
His Grace of Buccleugh would have been most extatic,
But, alas, he was seized with a fit of sciatic.
As he could not attend to make us all mellow,
He left t'other Duke, 3 a clever little fellow.
4.
Of Nabobs a pair, their names shall have strait,
Take Archibald Swinton, and fat Thomas Rait,
As fine jolly fellows, I'm sure to the full,
As ever set their faces to the Great Mogul.
5.
The bald-pated Knight4 soon had them in view,
And set at these Nabobs like an old Jew ;
Quoth he to himself, I think I with ease,
Could plunder these Indians of all their rupees. —
6.
Gentlemen, says he, will you bet on a horse,
I'll lay what you please, without any remorse ;
If that does not suit, I'll do what you list,
Perhaps you would choose a rubber at whist.
7.
Down sat the great dupes, and with them a Peer —
Lord ! how the bald Knight did joke and did jeer ;
The Nabobs and Peer he left not a groat,
And even condescended to steal a great-coat.
8.
Young Nisbet comes next, whom they call Maccaroni, 5
The sweet youth whom he and we think so bonny,
That whene'er he appears, the ladies cry bless us,
I vow and protest he's a perfect Narcissus.
9.
My dearest sweet girls, pray tell me what mean ye,
Cries his spruce little cousin, Mr John Gantoucini ; 6
Pray look at me, a'n't I a fine little man,
A trig dapper fellow, deny it who can ?
10.
O' my drunken friend Jock, I'll tell you a story 0, 7
He had of his own a complete oratorio ;
8 Probably the Duke of Roxburghe. * (In MS.) Sir John Paterson.
8 Nisbet of Dirleton. • Mr John Nisbet. 7 (In MS.) M'Dowell.
KELSO RACES.
Three hours after midnight his concert begun,
Where he drank and he danced and he had all his fun.
11.
His company consisted of Mr Stewart Shaw,
My Lord Percy's piper who travels to Blair, (?)
An Irish dear joy, two captains of foot,
And Lord North8 the waiter who danced so stout.
12.
Melvina appeared next like a bright star,
She stole the heart of a young man of war.
Of all her solicitors she lives but for one,
And solicitor Dundas9 is the happy man.
13.
The great little Percy came down from the border,
To keep us poor Scotch a little in order ;
He nothing remarkable did, but we hope
Next year when he's steward, he'll take his full scope.
14.
There were many more besides, well I wot,
Sir Gilbert J° and Lady, Miss Bell Elliot:
There was sweet Anne Scott, and Lady Diana,11
And bold Mrs Ker, like any hyena.
15.
I cannot pass by were I ever so brief,
That loveliest of girls, Miss Jeany MoncriefF:
To Kelso she came with uncle beau Skeene,
Whose person is always so neat and so clean.
16.
There was fat Sandy Maxwell as big as a tun,
A fine laughing fellow in whom there's much fun :
Sir William Lorrain, Jack Askew, and Selby,
As fine jolly bucks as e'er pint bottle fell by.
17.
There was John Scott of Gala, and Wat Scott of Harden,
Who they say is possessed of many a farthing ;
See Kay's Portraits of Edinburgh Characters.
Dundas of Arniston, afterwards Lord Chief Baron.
> Sir Gilbert Elliot of Minto, his lady, and sister Isabella.
1 Lady Diana Hume, who married Walter Scott of Harden, Esq,
532
KELSO RACES.
And numbers more over— but I'm in a hurry,
I had almost forgot sweet Peter Murray. 13
18.
We laught and we danced, and we sat up all night,
A thing, I confess, in which I delight.
But I very dear my pleasure did earn,
For I was obliged to return to Blanearn.
On the subject of Lord Kellie's musical genius, it may
be sufficient to refer to the elegant collection of his Minuets,
published by Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, Esq., Edinburgh,
1836, 4to. The Hon. Henry Erskine, (brother of the
late Earl of Buchan,)in an unpublished poem, written about
the year 1772, has paid the following compliment to his
Lordship's musical genius. It is entitled " The Musical
Instruments, a Fable," — when the claims of the Fiddle, to
pre-eminence, are thus stated : —
'Twas he that still employ'd the master's hand,
Follow'd obsequious by the list'ning band,
Nay, swore that Kelly learnt from him his art
To rule, with magic sounds, the human heart.
DLXXV.
SAW YE THE THANE O' MEIKLE PRIDE.
In the collected edition of Mr Mackenzie's Works, (vol.
viii. p. 1,) printed at Edinburgh, 1808, 8 vols. 8vo, the
author gives this account of the ballad : —
" DUNCAN : A FRAGMENT, FROM AN OLD SCOTS MANU-
SCRIPT.
u The following ballad was an almost extempore pro-
duction, written when I was a mere lad, in imitation of the
abrupt and laconic description of the ancient Scottish
ballad, some of which had been collected and published at
that time. It was sent, under the above title, to the editor
of The London Chronicle, who published it without any
Sir Peter Murray, vide page *523.
SAW YE THE THANE O* MEIKLE PRIDE. 533
comment ; and such was the state of politics at the time,,
that some of his readers objected to the first line,
Saw ye the Thane o* meikle pride,
as applying personally to Lord Bute, who used to be known
by that appellation. It was afterwards inserted in Clark's
(Herd's) Collection of Ancient Scottish Ballads, as genuine,
though one should have thought the imitation was so inar-
tificial as might have saved it from the sin of forgery."
Mr Mackenzie dates it 1762. It was also inserted in
the Edinburgh Advertiser, April 1764, No. 575. This
copy contains the following lines, omitted in the above
edition, but which, as necessary for the sense, should be
restored. They come in before the last verse, at page 6.
Wou'd then my uncle force my love,
Whar love it wou'd na be ?
Or wed me to the man I hate ?
Was this your care of me ?
Can these brave men, &c.
Henry Mackenzie, Esq., best known by the title of his
most popular work, as <£ The Man of Feeling,*' was born
at Edinburgh, in August 1745, where he died on the 14th
of January 1831, at the venerable age of 86. An excel-
lent sketch of his life, by Sir Walter Scott, is included
in his Miscellaneous Prose Works, vol. iv. Edin. 1834,
12mo.
DLXXVII.
bruce's address to his army.
In the additional note to song clxx., at page *215, it is
stated that Gordon of Straloch's MS. Lute Book, 1627,
preserves the old tune, " The Day Dawis," but that it bears
no resemblance to that air, (under any of its different titles
of " Hey, now the day daws," " Hey, tuttie, tattle,'* or
" The land of the leal,") which, on mere conjecture, has
been assigned to the age of Robert the Bruce. The
earliest reference to any of these tunes is by Dunbar, who
alludes to the common minstrels of the town of Edinburgh,
534
druce's address to his army.
(that is, to the town's pipers), in the reign of James the
Fourth, as having only two hackneyed tunes, which were
played, no doubt, at an early hour, to rouse the inhabitants
to their daily occupations.
Your commone Menstralis has no tone,
But " Now the day daws," and " Into June."
It is very probable that there might have been two dif-
ferent airs under that name; at least the following air,
which is here subjoined from Gordon's Manuscript, 1627,
has more the character of an artificial tune, than of a simple
melody, and it is not unlikely that it may have been com-
posed by some of the musicians at the Scotish Court du-
ring the minority of James the Sixth, to suit Montgomery's
Song, the words of which the Reader will find in this work
at page 163.
THE DAY DAWIS.
THE ItAIN RINS DOWN THRO* MIRRYLAND TOWN. 535
DLXXXII. ^
THE RAIN RINS DOWN THRO* MIRRYLAND TOWN.
A curious volume has been lately published at Paris,
containing, along with an Anglo-Norman ballad of the 13th
century, on Hugh of Lincoln, the various Scotish or Eng-
lish ballads on the same subject, reprinted from the collec-
tions of Percy, Pinkerton, Jamieson, Gilchrist, and Mother-
well. It is entitled, " Hugues de Lincoln: Recueil de
Ballades Anglo-Normande et Ecossoises relatives au meurtre
de cet Enfant commis par les Juifs en M.CC.LV. Publie
avec une Introduction etdes Notes, par Francisque Michel."
Paris, 1834, 8vo.
The Anglo-Norman ballad is a great curiosity, and cor-
responds more closely with the notice that occurs in
Matthew of Paris, and other old English historians, than
with the more poetical cast of this tragical incident in the
Scotish ballads. It begins —
Ore oez un bel chanson
Des Jues de Nichole, qui par treison
Firent la cruel occision
De un enfant que Huchon ont nom.
DLXXXIX.
there's news, lasses, news !
In this Note, for Skene's MS. circa 1570, read circa
1620.
DXC.
HARD IS THE FATE, &C.
In would be superfluous to give any account of a person
so well known as the author of " The Seasons.'' The
most minute and accurate life of the poet with which I am
acquainted, is that prefixed to the elegant edition of his
Poetical Works, in the Aldine scries of English Poets,
London, 1830, 2 vols. 12mo.
James Thomson was born at Ednam, in Roxburghshire,
536
HARD IS THE FATE, &C.
11th of September 1700, and died at London, 27th of
August 1748. The following is an extract from a letter
written by David Malloch, or Mallet, from London in
1727, soon after the appearance of Thomson's " Winter."
It was addressed to Professor Ker of Aberdeen, and gives
a curious account of the estimation in which Thomson was
held by his college companions at Edinburgh : —
" Sir, — I beg leave to take notice of a mistake that runs
through your last letter, and that was occasioned by your
not understanding a passage in mine. The copy of verses
that I sent you, was, indeed, written by me, and I never
intended to make a secret of it ; but Mr Thomson's 6 Win-
ter' is a very different poem, of considerable length, and
agreeing with mine in nothing but the name. It has met
with a great deal of deserved applause, and was written by
that dull fellow whom Malcolm calls the jest of our club.
The injustice I did him then, in joining with my compa-
nions to ridicule the first imperfect essays of an excellent
genius, was a strong motive to make me active in endea-
vouring to assist and encourage him since ; and I believe I
shall never repent it. He is now settled in a very good
place, and will be able to requite all the services his friends
have done him, in time. The second edition of his poem
is now in the press, and shall be sent to you as soon as
published. You will find before it three copies of recom-
mendatory verses, one written by Mr Hill, the second by a
very fine woman, at my request, and the third by myself.
Since all this is so, I will say nothing of your suspecting
me of insincerity, a vice which I am very free from."
Thomson's earliest printed verses occur in a volume en-
titled " The Edinburgh Miscellany/' vol. I. (no second
volume ever appeared). Edinburgh, 1720, 12mo.
Since the previous notes regarding Malloch or Mallet,
were printed, a search has been made in the parochial
registers of Crieff (from 1692 to 1730), where he is said
to have been born in 1700. It appears, however, that
HARD IS THE FATE, &C.
537
his baptism was not registered. The names of various
children of Charles and Donald Malloch's, in the neigh-
bourhood of Crieff, occur, including a David, in 1712.
This obviously was not the poet ; but it appears that his
father " James Malloch, and Beatrix Clark, his wife," were
brought before the Kirk- Session of Crieff, in October and
November 1704, for profanation of the Lord's day, " by
some strangers drinking and fighting in his house on the
Sabbath immediately following Michaelmas." On the 12th
of November, " they being both rebuked for giving enter-
tainment to such folks on the Sabbath-day, and promising
never to do the like, were dismissed."
DXCII.
GO TO BERWICK, JOHNNY.
John Hamilton, who contributed various pieces to the
Museum, was for many years a Musicseller at No. 24,
North Bridge street, Edinburgh. He was much employed
also as a teacher of music, and I have been told that it
was one of his fair pupils, connected with an ancient family,
whom he married, to the no small indignation of her friends.
He died at Edinburgh, in September 1814.
In the Scots Magazine for November 1814, the follow-
ing notice occurs :— Sept. 23d, " Died in the 53d year of
his age, after a lingering and painful illness, John Hamil-
ton, late Musicseller, in this city, author of many favourite
Scots Songs, and composer of several Melodies of consider-
able merit."
DXCIV.
O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE.
To the two verses inserted in this Note, the one old, the
other by Burns, this song has been enlarged, by the addi-
tion of the following beautiful lines, written by John Rich-
ardson, Esq., for Mr George Thomson's Collection.
538
O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE.
O were my love yon violet sweet,
That peeps frae 'neath the hawthorn spray,
And I mysel' the zephyr's breath,
Amang its bonnie leaves to play ;
I'd fan it wi' a constant gale,
Beneath the noontide's scorching ray ;
And sprinkle it wi' freshest dews,
At morning dawn and parting day.
As Mr Stenhouse alludes, at page 508, to Tannahill's
fine Song, « Gloomy Winter," I may take this opportunity
to mention, that an interesting Memoir of that unfortunate
Bard has recently appeared, by Mr Philip A. Ramsay, pre-
fixed to " The Poems and Songs of Robert Tannahill,
a revised and enlarged edition, with Memoirs of the author,
and of his friend, Robert A. Smith.', Glasgow, 1838,
12mo. Tannahill was born at Paisley, 3d of June 1774,
where he died, 17th of May 1810, in the thirty-sixth year
of his age. Robert Archibald Smith, usually styled
4 of Paisley,' to whose musical skill Tannahill was indebted
for much of the celebrity which his songs enjoyed, was born
at Reading, 18th of November 1780. His father, origin-
ally a weaver from Paisley, had been settled at Reading
for a number of years, but at length he returned to Paisley
with his family in 1800. Here Robert continued during
the best period of his life, and had so distinguished himself
by his musical attainments, that so early as 1812, we find
he was strongly urged to settle in Edinburgh as a teacher
of music. This appears from a friendly letter addressed to
him by Mr John Hamilton, Musicseller, with which I have
been favoured by Smith's biographer. It was not until
August 1823, on receiving an invitation from the Rev. Dr
Thomson to conduct the music in St George's Church, that
he came hither ; and I believe he had only occasion to la-
ment his not having done so at an earlier period of life. He
died at Edinburgh, very sincerely regretted, 3d of January
1829, in the 49th year of his age, and lies interred in St Cuth-
O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE.
539
bert's burying-ground. His " Scottish Minstrel," 1821-
1824, 6 vols., and his various other musical publications, are
well known and esteemed ; he also enriched the music of
his country by many original melodies of great simplicity
and beauty ; and above all, the services that he rendered to
Sacred Music, by his professional skill and good taste,
as well as by his original compositions, will long continue
to have a beneficial influence on the Psalmody and Sacred
Music of the Church of Scotland.
The late William Motherwell, who projected the
publication of the volume which his friend Mr Ramsay
has so well performed, was a native of Glasgow, and born
13th of October 1797. Besides his " Minstrelsy, Ancient
and Modern," Glasgow, 1827, small 4to, his edition of
Burns, and various other republications, he was the author
of a small volume of original " Poems, Narrative and Lyri-
cal," Glasgow, 1832, 12mo, which remains as a pleasing
memorial of his poetical genius. He was for many years
resident in Paisley, officially connected with the Sheriff-
Clerk's Office, but latterly settled in his native place (as
editor of the Glasgow Courier Newspaper), where he died
in the prime of life, 1st of November 1835.
DC.
GOOD-NIGHT AND JOY BE WI* YOU A'.
The following beautiful stanzas, by Joanna Baillie,
written for this air, appeared in Mr Allan Cunningham's
" Songs of Scotland," vol. IV. p. 212, from whence they
were copied, by his son, Mr Peter Cunningham, into one
of the most elegant and judicious selections of the kind
that has appeared, under the title of " Songs of England
and Scotland." Lond. 1835. 2 vols. l2mo.
GOOD-NIGHT, GOOD-NIGHT !
The sun is sunk, the day is done,
E'en stars are setting, one by one ;
540
GOOD-NIGHT AND JOY BE Wl' YOU a\
Nor torch nor taper longer may
Eke out the pleasures of the day ;
And, since, in social glee's despite,
It needs must be, Good-night, good-night !
The bride into her bower is sent,
The ribald rhyme and jesting spent ;
The lover's whispered words, and few,
Have bid the bashful maid adieu j
The dancing floor is silent quite,
No foot bounds there, Good-night, good-night !
The lady in her curtain'd bed,
The herdsman in his wattled shed,
The clansmen in the heather'd hall,
Sweet sleep be with you, one and all !
We part in hope of days as bright
As this now gone, Good-night, good-night !
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all ;
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of a busy brain,
We'll have our pleasures o'er again,
To warm the heart, and charm the sight ;
Gay dreams to all ! Good-night, good-night !
INDEX
OF THE
SONGS OR AIRS CONTAINED IN THE
MUSICAL MUSEUM.
Vol, I. contains pages 1-101 Vol. IV. contains pages 311-413
_ II. — 102-208 — V. — 414-516
III. — 209-310 — VI. — 517-620
A
Page.
Absence, . .191
A cock laird, fu' cadgie, 155
A cogie of ale, and a pickle ait
meal, .... 564
A country lass, . . 356
Ae day a braw wooer, . 538
Ae fond kiss, &c, . . 358
Afton water, . . . 400
Ah ! Mary, sweetest maid, 546
Ah ! the poor shepherd's
mournful fate, . . 158
Ah ! why thus abandon'd, , 270
A lass wi' a lump o' land, 177
A lassie all alone, . . 418
Allan water, ... 43
Alloa house, . . . 246
A mother's lament for the
death of her son, . 280
And I'll kiss thee yet, . 201
An Gille dubh ciar dhubh, 135
An I'll awa' to bonny Tweed-
side, .... 580
Anna, thy charms my bosom
fire, . . . . 547
An thou wert my ain thing, 2
A red, red rose, . . 415
A red, red rose (old sett), 416
Argyll is my name, . . 578
A rosebud by my early walk, 197
As I cam down by yon castle
wa*, . . . . 336
As I came in by Auchindoun, 308
As I came o'er the Cairney
mount, . . • 480
Page. •
As I lay on my bed on a
night, . . . 601
As I was wand'ring, . 359
As I went o'er, &c, . 525
As I went out ae May morning, 410
A southland Jenny, . 318
As Sylvia in a forest lay, . 441
As walking forth, . . 526
Auld King Coul, . . 486
Auld langsyne, . . 26
Auld langsyne, . . 426
Auld Robin Gray, . . 256
Auld Rob Morris, . . 200
Auld Sir Symon the King, 354
A waukrife minnie, . 298
Awa', whigs, awa', . . 272
Ay waukin', O, . . 222
Ay waking oh, . . 396
B.
Banks of Spey, . .194
Bannocks o' bear meal, . 489
Benny side, . . .160
Bess and her spinning-wheel, 371
Bess the gawkie, . . 4
Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 134
Bessy's h aggies, . . 31
Beware, o' bonnie Ann, . 224
Bhannerach dhon na chri, 165
Bide ye yet, ... 98
Birks of Aberfeldie, . 116
Blink o'er the burn, sweet
Betty, ... 52
Blue bonnets, . . 473
Blythe Jockie, ... 25
INDEX.
Page.
Blythe Jockie, young and gay, 30
Blythe was she, . . 187
Bonny Barbara Allan, . 230
Bonnie Bell, . . .401
Bonny Bessy, . . 31
Bonny Christy, . . 61
Bonny Dundee, . . 100
Bonny Jean, ... 55
Bonnie Kate of Edinburgh, 205
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie, 342
Bonnie May, . . . 113
Braes of Ballenden, . 93
Braes of Balquhidder, . 201
Braw, braw lads of Gala wa-
ter, .... 131
Brace's address to his army, 596
Busk ye, busk ye, . . 65
By the delicious warmness of
thy mouth, . . . 262
Cumbernauld house,
Cumnock psalms,
Cameronian rant,
Captain Cook's death,
Carle an the king come,
Carle an the king come (old
words),
Carron side,
Ca' the "ewes to the knowes,
Cauld frosty morning,
Cauld is the evening blast,
Cauld kail in Aberdeen,
Cease, cease, my dear friend,
to explore,
Charlie he's my darling,
Chronicle of the heart,
Clarinda,
Clout the caldron,
Cock up your beaver,
Colin Clout, .
Colonel Gardener, .
Come follow, follow me,
Come, here's to the nymph
that I love, .
Come kiss wi' me, come clap
wi' me,
Come, let's hae mair wine in,
Come under my plaidie,
Comin' thro' the rye (1st sett), 430
Comin' thro' the rye (2d sett), 431
Corn riggs, ... 94
Could aught of song, . 509
Country lassie, . . 376
Craigie-burn wood, . . 311
Cromlet's lilt, . . 207
290
288
248
248
312
273
236
603
170
254
440
482
206
24
319
568
214
552
354
363
12
550
Dainty Davie,
Deil tak the wars,
Dinna think, bonny lassie
Donald and Flora,
Donald Couper,
Donocht-head,
Down the burn Davie,
Drap o' capie, O,
Druimon dubh,
Dumbarton's drums,
Duncan Davison,-
Duncan Gray,
Dusty miller,
E.
Earl Douglas' lament,
East nook of Fife, .
Eppie Adair, .
Eppie M'Nab,
Ettrick banks,
Evan banks,
Evanthe,
F.
Failte na miosg,
Fair Eliza,
Fair Eliza,
Fairest of the fair,
Farewell, ye fields, .
Fife and a' the lands about it,
Finlayston house,
Fine flowers in the valley,
For a' that, an* a' that,
For lack of gold,
For the sake o' somebody,
Fourteenth of October,
Frae the friends and land I
love,
Freicedan (M.),
Frennett hall,
Fy gar rub her o'er wi! strae,
G.
Gaelic air, . . .183
Gaelic air, . . . 266
Gaelic air, . . . 373
Gaelic air, . . 379
Gaelic air, . . . 399
Gae to the ky wi' me Johnny, 142
Galashiels, . . .158
Galloway Tam, . . 330
Page.
149
418
34
270
574
261
344
388
75
306
187
169
156
168
151
352
286
290
346
82
516
394
268
378
379
33
597
125
280
331
300
171
448
182
312
102
296
17
INDEX.
iii
Page.
Gently blaw, &c, . . 581
Geordie, an old ballad, 357
Get up and bar the door, 310
Gilderoy, . . . 67
Gill Morrice . . 212
Gingling Geordie, . 482
Gladsmuir, . . . 210
Gloomy December, . 515
Good-morrow, fair mistress, 502
Good-night and joy be wi*
you a', . . .620
Go, plaintive sounds, . 595
Go to Berwick Johnny, . 534
Go to the ewe bughts, Marion, 86
Gow's (Neill) lamentation for
Abercairney, . . 203
Green grow the rashes . 78
Green sleeves, . . 402
Gudeen to you, kimmer, 540
Gude Wallace, . . 498
H
Had I the wyte she bad me, 427
Hallow E'en, . . 143
Hallow Fair, . . .462
Hamilla, . . . Ill
Hap me wi' thy petticoat, 146
Happy Clown, . . 260
Hard is the fate of him who
loves, . . . 610
Hardy Knute, or the battle
of Largs, . . .289
Have you any pots or pans, 536
Her absence will not alter me, 72
Here awa', there awa\ . 58
Here's a health to my true
love, . .174
Here's a health to them that's
awa', . ... 425
Here's his health in water, 494
Here's to thy health, my bonnie
!ass, .... 511
He's dear dear to me, &c, 566
He stole my tender heart away, 29
He who presumed to guide the
sun, . . . .115
Hey ca' thro' . . 405
Hey how, Johnie lad, . 368
Hey, Jenny, come down to Jock, 175
Hey my kitten, my kitten, 577
Hey, tuttie, tatti, . . 17$
Highlander's lament, . 218
Highland laddie, . . 491
Highland laddie (new set), 22
Page.
Highland lamentation, 186
Highland song, . . 274
Hooly and fairly, . 199
How long and dreary is the
night, . . .183
How sweet is the scene, 586
How sweet this lone vale, 588
Hughie Graham, . . 312
I.
Ian thy the lovely, , . 107
I care na' for your e'en sae
blue, .... 619
I do confess thou art sae fair, 332
I dream'd I lay, &c, . 153
If e'er I do weel it's a wonder, 332
I had a horse and I had nae
mair, . . . 193
I ha'e a wife o' my ain, . 364
I'll ay ca' in by yon town, 470
I'll mak' you be fain to follow
me ... 277
I'll never leave thee, . 92
I'll never love thee more, 464
I lo'e na a laddie but ane, 276
I love my Jean, . . 244
I love my jovial sailor, . 404
I love my love in secret, 213
I'm o'er young to marry yet, 1 10
In Brechin did a wabster
dwell, . . .541
Invercauld's reel, . . 203
In yon garden, &c, . 582
Irish air, . . . 458
It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, 343
It was a' for ourrightfu' King, 513
I've been courting at a lass, 316
I who am sore oppressed with
love, . . . .154
I wish my love were in a mire, 4 1
J.
Jamie, come try me, . 238
Jamie Gay, . . . 15
Jamie o' the glen, . 420
Jenny's bawbie, . . 512
Jenny dang the weaver, 133
Jenny Nettles, . . 53
Jenny was fair and unkind, 217
Jocky fou, and Jenny fain, 395
Jocky said to Jenny, . 62
Jockey's ta'en the parting kiss, 589
John Anderson my jo, . 269
John, come kiss me now, 315
John Hay's bonny lassie, 68
INDEX.
John o* Badenyond,
Johnny Macgill,
Johnny and Mary, .
Johnie Armstrang,
Johnie Blunt,
Johnie Cope,
Johnny Faa, or the gipsie
laddie, . . .189
Johny's gray breeks, . 28
Jumpin' John, . . 145
Page.
294
216
101
367
376
242
Lucky Nancy,
Lucy Campbell,
Page.
34
278
K.
Kate of Aberdeen,
Katherine Ogie,
Katy's answer,
Kellyburnbraes,
Killiecrankie, .
Kind Robin loes me,
36
171
180
392
303
492
(old
Laddie lye near me,
Laddie lye near me
words),
Lady Bothwell's lament,
Lady Mary Ann,
Lady Randolph's complaint,
Lass gin ye lo'e me tell me now, 253
Leader haughs and Yarrow 220
Leander on the bay,
Leezie Lindsay,
Leith wynd,
Let me in this ae night,
Let ithers brag weel,
Lewis Gordon,
Little wat ye wha's coming,
Lizae Baillie,
Liv'd ance twa lovers in yon
dale,
Lochaber,
Loch Eroch side,
Logan water
Loggan burn,
Logie o' Buchan,
Lord Breadalbine's march,
Lord Ronald my son,
Lord Thomas and fair Annet, 553
Louis, what reck I by thee, 427
Lovely Davies,
Lovely lass of Monorgan,
Lovely Polly Stewart,
Love is the cause of my
mourning,
Love will find out the way,
Low down in the broom,
226
227
135
390
352
27
446
250
320
276
87
591
469
616
96
78
42
511
368
279
337
360
154
485
111
157
91
M'Gregor of Roro's lament, 181
M^Pherson's farewell, . 117
Maggy Lauder, . . 99
Magie's tocher, . . 238
Marquis of Huntly's reel, 209
Mary of Castlecary, . 454
Mary Queen of Scots lament, 4 1 7
Mary Scot, ... 74
Mary's dream, . . 33
May-Eve, or Kate of Aberdeen, 36
May morning, . . 574
Merry ha'e I been teethin' a
heckle, . , m 279
M. Freicedan, . . 102
Miss Admiral Gordon's Strath-
spey* «... 244
Miss Hamilton's delight, 183
Miss Muir, . . , 359
Miss Weir, . . , 413
Morag, • . . .150
Muirland Willie, . . 380
Musing on the roaring ocean, 187
My ain kind dearie O, . 50
My apron dearie, . 94
My bonny Mary, . . 240
My boy Tammy, . . 513
My collier laddie, . . 372
My daddy left me, &c, . 542
My dearie, if thou die, . 83
My dear Jockey, . . \q
My father has forty good shil-
lings> ... 465
My goddess woman, . 314
My Harry was a gallant gay, 218
My heart's in the Highlands, 268
My joe Janet, . . j 14
My lady's gown there's gairs
upon't, ... 573
My loved Celestia, . 160
My love has forsaken me, 159
My love is lost to me, . 264
My love she's but a lassie yet, 234
My Mary, dear departed shade, 288
My minnie says I manna,
My Nannie, O,
My Nannie, O,
My Peggy's face,
My tocher's the jewel,
My wife has ta'en the gee
478
89
600
517
322
422
My wife's a wanton wee thing, 226
INDEX.
V
N.
Page
Nae luck about the house, 615
Nancy's ghost, . . 205
Nancy's to the greenwood gane, 50
Nelly's dream, . . 612
Nithsdale's welcome hame, 375
No churchman am I, . 606
No dominies for me, laddie, 504
Now bank an' brae, . 537
Now westlin' winds, . 363
O.
O as I was kist yestreen, 330
O ay, my wife she dang me, 549
O Both well bank, . . 529
O can ye labor lea, young man, 407
O can ye sew cushions, . 456
O cherub content, . . 526
O dear mother what shall I do, 245
O dear ! what can the matter
be> .... 510
O er Bogie, . . .175
O'er the hills and far away, 62
O'er the moor to Maggy, 56
O'er the muir amang the hea-
ther> • • . 338
O er the water to Charlie, ] 95
O fare ye weel, my auld wife, 365
O for ane and twenty, Tarn, 366
O gin I were fairly shot of her, 576
O gin my love were yon red
rose, .... 614
O gin ye were dead, gudeman, 421
O gude ale comes, &c, . 561
O heard ye e'er of a silly blind
harper, ... 598
Oh ono chrio, . . 90
Oh open the door, Lord Gre-
g°ry> ... 5
O Kenmure's on and awa'
n Willie, ... 370
O ken ye what Meg o' the mill
has gotten, . . 535
O laddie, I maun lo'e thee, 320
O lay thy loof in mine, lass, 593
O leave novels, &c, . 592
O Mally's meek, Mally's sweet, 617
O Mary turns awa', . 560
O Mary, ye's be clad in silk, 605
O May, thy morn, . . 477
O mither dear, . . 133
On a bank of flowers, . 232
On a rock by seas surrounded, 1 07
On hearing a young lady sing, 453
On the death of Delia's linnet, 408
On the restoration of the for-
feited estates, 1 794, . 308
O once I loved, . . 570
Orananaig, . . . 399
Oran Gaoil, . . . 282
O saw ye my father, . 77
Oscar's ghost, . . 71
O steer her up and haud her
gaun, . . .520
O tell me, my bonny, &c, 558
O that I had ne'er been mar-
ried, . . . .613
O turn away those cruel eyes, 604
Our goodman came hame at
e'en, . . . 464
Out over the Forth, &c, 434
O wat ye wha's in yon town, 471
O were I on Parnassus' hill, 264
P.
Patie's wedding, . . 396
Peasstrae, . . . 316
Peggy, in devotion, . 419
Peggy, I must love thee, 3
Pinky house, ... 57
Pol wart on the green, . 191
Powers celestial, whose pro-
ton* . ' . .473
Praelium Gillicrankianum, 105
Put the gown upon the bishop, 462
R.
Rattlin' roarin' Willie, . 202
Raving winds around her
blowing, . . . i81
Rinn m'eudail mo mhealladh, 359
Red gleams the sun, . 519
Return hameward, . 572
Robie donna gorach, . 305
Robin shure in hairst, . 562
Rock and a wee pickle tow, 450
Rory Dall's port, . . 353
Roslin castle, . . 9
Row saftly, thou stream, 524
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, 352
Ruffian's rant, . , \q±
S.
Sae far awa', . . . 45 1
Sae merry as we twa ha'e been, 60
Sandy and Jockie, . 292
Sandie o'er the lee, . . 283
Sawnie's pipe, . 2 14
2q
vi
INDEX.
Saw ye Johnnie cummin', quo'
she, .... 10
Saw ye nae my Peggy, . ] 2
Saw ye the Thane, . 594
Scenes of woe and pleasure, 533
Scots queen, . . 198
Scots Jenny, . . 217
Scroggam, . . . 558
Sensibility, how charming, 339
Seventh of November, . 233
She rose and let me in, . 84
She says she lo'es me best of a', 458
She's fair and fause, , . 411
Sic a wife as Willie had, 389
Since robb'd of all that charm'd
my views, . . .183
Sir John Malcolm, . . 468
Sir Patrick Spence, . . 496
Sleepy body, . . . 404
SongofSelma, . .123
Song of Selma, . . 265
Stay, my charmer, can you
leave me ? . . 135
Stern winter has left us, . 544
Stern winter has left us (2d
sett), . . . . 545
St Kilda Song, ' . .250
Strathallan's lament, . 138
Strephon and Lydia, .107
Such a parcel of rogues in a
nation, . . . 391
Sure, my Jean, . . 587
Sweet Annie frae the sea-beach
came, ... 85
Sweetest May, . . 578
T.
Tak your auld cloak about ye, 258
Talk not of love, it gives me
pain, .... 194
Tarn Glen, . . .306
Tam Lin, . . .423
Tarry woo, ... 45
Tell me, Jessie, tell me why, 618
The auld goodman, . 328
The auld man, . . 429
The auld man's mare's dead, 500
The auld wife ayont the fire, 446
The auld yellow-haired laddie, 128
The banks o' Doon, . 387
The banks of Forth, . 76
The banks of Helicon, . 478
The banks of Nith, . . 305
The banks of the Dee, . 532
Page
The banks of the Devon, 165
The banks of the Tweed, 6
The battle of Harlaw, . 528
The battle of Sherra Muir, 290
The beds of sweet roses, 8
Thebirks of Aberfeldy, . 115
The birks of Abergeldie, 115
The birks of Invermay, 73
The black eagle, . . 237
The blathrie o't, . . 34
The blue bells of Scotland, 566
The blue-eyed lassie, . 304
The blythsome bridal, . 58
The boatie rows (1st sett), 438
The boatie rows (2d sett), 438
The boatie rows (3d sett), 438
The bonie banks of Ayr, 293
The boniest lass in a' the warld, 111
The bonny brucket lassie, 69
The bonny Earl of Murray, 185
The bonny grey-eyed morn, 80
The bonie lad that's far awa', 328
The bonie lass made the bed
to me, . . . 460
The bonny Scotsman, . 13
The bonny wee thing, . 351
The braes o' Ballochmyle, . 285
The breast knots, . '. 222
The brisk young lad, . 228
The bridal o't, . . 278
The broom blooms bonie, 474
The broom of Cowdenknows, 70
The bush aboon Traquair, 81
The butcher boy, . . 314
The Campbells are comin', 309
The captain's lady, . . 242
The captive riband, . . 266
The cardin' o't, . . 449
The carle he came o'er the
craft, .... 141
The carlin of the glen, . 433
The cherry and the slae, 478
The collier's bony lassie, 48
The cooper o' Cuddy, . 442
The day returns, my bosom
burns, .... 233
The deil's awa' wi* th' excise-
man, .... 412
The deucks dang o'er my
daddie, . . . 409
The Duke of Gordon has three
daughters, . . 431
The Dumfries volunteers, 565
The ewie wi' the crooked horn, 302
INDEX.
vii
Page
The flowers of Edinburgh, 14
The flowers of the Forest, 64
The gaberlunzie man, . 234
The gallant weaver, . 403
The gardener wi' his paidle, 229
The gentle swain, . . 28
The glancing of her apron, 457
The Gordons has the guiding
°'t, .... 107
The happy marriage, . 20
The haws of Cromdale, 502
The Highland balou, . 486
The Highland character, . 218
The Highland king, . ib.
The Highland laddie, . 22
The Highland lassie O, . 121
The Highland queen, . 1
The Highland widow's lament, 5 14
The Highlander's lament, 608
The humble beggar, . 435
The jolly beggar, . . 274
The joyful widower, . 99
The lass of Ecclefechan, 442
The lass of Livingston, . 18
The lass of Peaty 's mill, . 21
The lass that winna sit down, 476
The last time I came o'er the
moor, .... 19
The lazy mist, . . 241
The linkin laddie, . . 246
The lovely lass of Inverness, 414
The lover's address to a rose-
bud, .... 254
The lowlands of Holland, 1 18
The maid's complaint, . 115
The maid gaed to the mill, 494
The maid in bedlam, . 46
The maid in bedlam, . 47
The maid of Selma, . 119
The maid's complaint, . 115
The maid that tends the goats, 40
The maltman, . . . 445
The miller, . . m J29
The mill, mill, O, . . 250
The moudiewort, . . 366
The mucking o' Geordie's byre, 97
The northern lass, . . 122
Then guidwife count the law-
in'» • • . 323
Theniel Menzies' bonie Mary, 114
The ploughman, . . 173
The poor pedlar, . . 532
The poor thresher, . 384
Theposie, ... 386
The Queen o' the Lothians
cam cruisin' to Fife,
The rain rins down,
The ran tin dog the daddie o't,
The rantin laddie, .
The reel o' Stumpie,
There grows a bonie brier
bush,
There'll never be peace till
Jamie comes hame,
There's a youth in this city,
There's my thumb, I'll ne'er
beguile you,
There's nae luck about the
house,
There's news, lasses, news,
There's three gude fellows
ayont yon glen, .
There was a bonie lass, .
There was a silly shepherd
swain,
There was a wee bit wiffikie,
The rinaway bride,
The rowin't in her apron,
The Scots recluse,
The shepherd Adonis,
The shepherd's preference,
The shepherd's wife,
The siller crown,
The slave's lament,
The soger laddie,
The song of death, .
The souters o' Selkirk,
The sun in the west,
The taylor,
The taylor fell thro' the bed,
The tears I shed,
The tears of Scotland,
The tither morn,
The toast,
The turnimspike,
The vain pursuit,
The waefu' heart,
The wauking of the fauld,
The weary pund o' tow,
The wedding-day,
The wee thing,
The wee wee man,
The whistle,
The white cockade,
The winter it is past,
The winter oflife, .
The wren, or Lennox's love
to Blantyre, . . 497
Page
539
602
286
474
470
508
326
266
66
44
609
454
606
490
506
488
437
214
167
286
372
249
398
334
399
450
557
505
221
350
147
355
12
24
344
252
88
362
151
454
382
324
281
268
501
Vlll
INDEX.
The wren's nest, . . 419
The yellow-hair' d laddie, 127
The young Highland rover, 150
The young- laird and Edin-
burgh Katie, . . 179
The young man's dream, 131
This is no mine ain house, 225
Tho' for seven years, . 522
Thou art gane awa', . 348
Thou art gane awa' (new sett), 348
Thro' the wood laddie, . 161
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, 548
Tibbie Dunbar, . . 216
Tibbie Fowler, . . 452
Tibbie, I ha'e seen the day, 203
'Tis nae very lang sinsyne, 569
To a blackbird, . . 198
To daunton me, . . 190
Todlin hame, . . 284
To the rosebud, . . 340
To the weaver's gin ye go, 106
Tranent muir, . . 103
Tullochgorum, . . 298
Tune your riddles, . . 209
'Twas at the shining mid-day
hour, .... 534
Tweedside, ... 37
Twine weel the plaiden, . 32
U.
Up and warn a', Willie, . 195
Up in the morning early, 147
W.
Wae is my heart, . . 490
Waly, waly, . . .166
Waly, waly (a different sett), 458
Wantonness for ever mair, 435
Wap at the widow, my laddie, 1 30
Water parted from the sea, 39
Wee Willie Gray, . . 530
We'll put the sheephead in
the pat, . . . 493
Were na my heart light, I wad
die, . ... 126
Wha is that at my bower door, 347
Wha wadna be in love, . 562
Whar Esk its silver streams, 522
What ails the lasses at me, 556
What can a young lassie do wi'
an auld man, . . 327
What's that to you, . 590
Page
What will I do gin my hoggie
die, . . 139
When absent from the nymph
I love, ... 54
When Guilford good our pilot
stood, . . .102
When I gaed to the mill, 521
When I think on my lad, 570
When I upon thy bosom lean, 214
When she cam ben she bobbed, 364
When the days they are lang, 530
Where braving angry winter's
storms, . . . 203
Where Helen lies, . . 163
Where wad bonie Annie lie, 335
Where winding Forth adorns
the vale, . . .149
While hopeless, &c, . 406
Whistle an' I'll come to you,
my lad, . . .109
Whistle o'er the lave o't, 258
Why hangs that cloud ? 143
Widow, are ye waking? . 444
William and Margaret, . 554
William's ghost, . . 374
Willie browed a peck o' maut, 301
Willy's rare and Willy's fair, 542
Willy was a wanton wag, 144
Will ye go and marry, Katie, 472
Wilt thou be my dearie, 484
Within a mile of Edinburgh
town, .... 49
Woe's my heart that we should
sunder, . . .137
Woo'd and married and a', 10
Y.
Ye gods, was Strephon's pic-
ture blest, . . . 182
Ye Jacobites by name, . 383
Ye Muses nine, O lend your
aid, .... 611
Ye're welcome, Charlie Stew-
art, ... .485
Yon wild mossy mountains, 340
You ask me, charming fair, 584
Young Damon, . . 186
Young Jamie, pride of a' the
plain, .... 433
Young Jockey was the blythest
lad, .... 297
Young Philander, . . 230
INDEX
MUSICAL AIRS INSERTED IN THE
ILLUSTRATIONS.
Page
A.
Ancient air, . . 130
A Port, ... . *376
A Scottish march, . . 391
Auld langsyne, . . 375
Auld Robin Gray, . . 233
Ay wakin', oh ! . . 206
B.
Battle of Harlaw, . . 447
Bruce's address to his army, 495
C.
Cold and Raw, . . 132
Come kiss with me, . . 325
D.
Donald Couper, . . 316
F.
Fair Helen of Kirkconnell, 143
G.
Green grows the rashes, *138
H.
Hap me with thy petticoat, 130
Hardie Knute, . . 268
Haud awa' from me, Donald, 318
Here's a health to him that's
awa', . . . .371
Hey, now the day dawis, 1 63
Hey, now the day dawis,
(2d sett), . . .495
Highland laddie, . . 410
Page
I.
I kist her while she blusht, 139
In January last, . . 396
I wish that ye were dead,
gudeman, . . . 366
J.
Jean Lindsay's port, . *377
Joan's placket, . . 129
Jockie's fow, and Jenny's fain, 282
Johnie Armstrang, . . 336
Jumpin Joan, . . 129
L.
Logie of Buchan, . . 337
Long berdes hertheles, . 166
Love will find out the way, 140
M.
May her blest example chace, 132
My dearie, an' thou die, 86
O.
O dear minny, what shall I
do? . . . .223
Oh Nancy, wilt thou go with
me, . . .30
Oran Gaoil, . . .256
Over the mountains, . 140
P.
Ports (Highland), . *371
R.
Rory Dall's Port, . . *371
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INDEX.
s.
Sandie o'er the lea, . 257
Scots wha hae wi' Wallace
bled, .... 495
Skirving's lament, . . *194
T.
The auld Highland laddie, 410
The auld Jew, . . 254
The banks of Helicon, . 408
The day dawis, . . 163
The day dawis, (2d sett), 495
The day dawis, (3d sett), *534
The flowers of the Forest, *403
Page
The Jew's dochter, . 503
The ploughman's whistle, 158
The rain rins down, . 503
The souters of Selkirk, . 390
This is no mine ain house, 210
Tune your fiddles, . . 190
W.
Who is at my window ? , 498
Willie and Annet, . . 395
Y.
Young Philander, . . 214
1
INDEX
OF THE
FIRST LINES OF THE SONGS IN THE
MUSICAL MUSEUM.
About ane bank with balmy
bewis, . . . 478
A cock laird fu' cadgie, . 155
A cogie of ale and a pickle
ait meal, . . .564
Adieu! a heart warm fond
adieu, . . . 620
Adieu, ye streams that smooth-
ly glide . . . 64
Ae day a braw wooer, . 538
Ae fond kiss and then we
sever, . . . 358
A friend o' mine came here
yestreen, . . . 422
Aftenhae I play 'd at the cards
and the dice, . . 474
Ah ! Chloris could I now but
sit, . 67
Ah, Mary, sweetest maid, fare-
well, . . 546
Ah! sure a pair was never
seen, . . . 23
Ah! the poor shepherd's
mournful fate, . . 158
Ah ! why thus abandon'd to
mourning and woe, . 270
A laddie and a lassie, . 488
A lass that was laden'd with
care, . . . 60
All hail to thee, thou bawmy
bud, . . 340
Allan by his grief excited, 125
All lovely on the sultry beach, 107
Altho' I be but a country lass, 356
Altho' my back be at the wa', 494
Amidst a rosy bank of flowers, 186
Ance mair I hail thee, thou
gloomy December, . . 515
And are ye sure the news is
true? . 44
And a' that e'er my Jenny had, 5 1 2
And gin ye meet a bonny
lassie, . . .17
And I'll o'er the moor to
Maggy, ... 56
And ye shall walk in silk attire 249
An' I'll awa to bonny Tweed-
side, . . 580
An' I'll kiss thee yet, yet, 201
Anna, thy charms my bosom
fire> ■ . . .547
A nobleman lived in a village
of late, . . .384
An' O for ane and twenty Tarn, 366
An' O my Eppie, . . 290
An thou were my ain thing, 2
Argyll is my name, . 578
A rose bud by my early walk, 1 97
As down on Banna's banks I
stray'd, ... 47
As from a rock past all relief, 3
As I came by Loch Erroch's
side, ... 78
As I came down by yon castle
wa', . . 336
As I came in by Auchindown, 502
As I came o'er the Cairny
mount, . . .480
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INDEX.
Page
As I lay on my bed on a night, 601
As I stood by yon roofless
tower, . . .418
As I was a- walking all alone, 382
As I was a- walking one morn-
ing in May, . . 8
As I was a-wandering ae
midsummer e'enin, . 359
As I was walking by yon river
side, . . .566
As I went o'er the Highland
hills, . . .525
As I went out, ae May morn-
ing* . . .340
As I went over yon meadow, 97
As Jamie Gay gang' d blythe
his way, ... 15
As late by a sodger I chanced
to pass, . . . 277
As o'er the Highland hills I
hied, . . .308
A soldier for gallant achieve-
ments renoun'd, . . 608
As on an eminence I stood a-
musing, . . 282
As on the banks of Tweed I
lay reclined, . . 6
A Southland Jenny that was
right bonie, .. . 318
As over Gladsmuir's blood-
stain'd field, . . 210
As Patie cam up frae the
glen, . . .396
As Philermon and Phillis to-
gether did walk, . . 162
As Sylvia in a forest lay, 441
As walking forth to view the
plain, - . .171
As walking forth to view the
spring, . . .526
A' the lads o' Thornie bank, 164
At Polwarth on the green, 191
Auld Rob Morris that wins
in yon glen, . . 200
Auld Rob the laird o' muckle
land, . . . 420
Awa, Whigs, awa', . 272
Ay waking O, waking ay
and wearie, . . 396
B.
Balow, my boy, lie still and
sleep, . . .135
Bannocks o' bear meal, . 489
Behind yon hills where riv'lets
row, . . . 600
Beneath a green shade, a
lovely young swain, . 93
Beneath a green shade I fand
a fair maid, . . 250
Bessie's beauties shine sae
bright, . . . 31
Betty, early gone a-maying, 66
Blest are the mortals above
all, 453
Blest as the immortal gods
is he, . . 41
Blythe, blythe and merry was
she, . . . .187
Blythe Jocky, young and gay, 30
Blythe young Bess to Jean
did say, ... 4
Bonny lassie, will ye go, 1 1 5
Bonny lassie, will ye go, 116
Bonie wee thing, canie wee
thing, . . .351
Braw, braw lads o* Gala
water, . . .131
Bright the moon aboon yon
mountain, . . .612
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny
bride, ... 65
But lately seen in gladsome
green, . . .501
By a murmuring stream a fair
shepherdess lay, . . Ill
By Pinky House oft let me
walk, ... 57
By smooth winding Tay, 68
By the delicious warmness of
thy mouth, . . 262
By the stream so cool and
clear, . . . 250
By yon castle wa' at the close
of the day, . . 326
C.
Carl an the king come, . 248
Ca' the yowes to the knowes, 273
Cauld blaws the wind frae
east to west, . . 147
Cauld is the e'enin blast, 603
Cease, cease my dear friend
to explore, . . 254
Chanticleer, wi' noisy whistle, 568
Clarinda, mistress of my soul, 206
Come boat me o'er, come row
me o'er, . . .195
INDEX.
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Page
Come, follow, follow, . 552
Come, fy! let us a' to the
wedding, ... 58
Come, gies a sang, Montgom-
ery cried, . . . 298
Come, here's to the nymph
that I love, . . 354
Comin thro' the craigs o'
Kyle, . . 338
Comin thro' the rye, poor
body, ■ . 430
Come, let's hae mair wine in, 1 2
Come under my plaidy, . 550
Could aught of song declare
my pain, . . . 509
D.
Dear Myra, the captive rib-
and's mine, . . 266
Dear Roger, if your Jenny
geek, . 17
Deil tak the wars that hurried
Willy frae me, . . 270
Does haughty Gaul invasion
threat, . . . 565
Down the burn, and through
the mead, . . . 101
Dumbarton drums beat bonie
O, .... 169
F.
Farewell, thou fair day, thou
green earth, and ye skies, 399
Farewell to a' our Scottish
fame, . 391
Farewell to Lochaber, and
farewell my Jean, . 96
Farewell, ye dungeons dark
and strong, . . 117
Farewell, ye fields an' mea-
dows green, . . 597
Fate gave the word, the arrow
.sped, . '. . 280
First when Maggy was my
care, . . . 258
Flow gently, sweet Afton, a-
mong thy green braes, 400
Forbear, gentle youth, to pur-
sue me in vain, . . 344
For ever, fortune, wilt thou
prove, ... 42
For lake o' gold she's left
me O, . . . 171
For weel he kend the way O, 505
Frae Dunidier as I cam
through, . . . 528
Frae the friends and land I
love, . . . .312
From Roslin castle's echoing
walls, ... 9
Fu' fain wad I be Jamie's lass, 478
G.
Gane is the day and mirk's
the night, . . 323
Gat ye me, O gat ye me, 442
Gently blaw, ye eastern
breezes, . . .581
Gie me a lass wi' a lump o'
land, . . .177
Gill Moricewasan earle's son, 212
Gin a body meet a body, 431
Gin I had a wee house, and a
canty wee fire, . . 98
Gin living worth could win
my heart, . . . 252
Go fetch to me a pint o' wine, 240
Good morrow, fair mistress, 502
Go on, sweet bird, and soothe
my care, . . .198
Go, plaintive sounds, . 595
Go to Berwick, Johnny, . 534
Grahamius notabilis coegerat
montanos, . . .103
Gudeen to you, kimmer, 540
H.
Had I a heart for falsehood
fram'd, ... 47
Had I the wyte, had I the
wyte, . 427
Happy 's the love which meets
return, ... 74
Hard is the fate of him who
loves, . . . 610
Harken and I will tell you
how, . . . 380
Hark! the loud tempest shakes
earth to its centre, . 226
Hark ! yonder eagle lonely
wails, . . . 237
Have ye any pots or pans, 536
Hear me, ye nymphs, and
every swain, . . 81
Hee, balou, my sweet wee
Donald, . . .486
Her daddie forbad, her min-
nie forbad, . . 145
XIV
INDEX.
Here aw a, there awa, here
awa, Willie, . . 58
Here's a health to them that's
awa, .... 425
Here's to the king, sir, . 178
Here's to thy health, my bonie
lass, . . . .511
Hersell be Highland shentle-
man, . . . 24
He who presum'd to guide
the sun, . . .115
Hey, Donald, how Donald. 344
Hey how, my Johnie lad, 368
Hey ! my kitten, my kitten, 577
Hey the bony, hey the bony, 222
Hey the dusty miller, . 151
Hid from himself now by the
dawn, . . . 260
How blest has my time been, 20
How blythe was I each morn
to see, ... 70
How long and dreary is the
night, . . .183
How often my heart has by
love been o'erthrown, . 482
How pleasant the banks of the
clear winding Devon, . 165
How sweet is the scene at the
dawning o' morning, . 586
How sweet this lone vale, 588
How sweetly smells the sim-
mer green, . . . 61
I.
I am a young bachelor, win-
some, .... 556
I am my mammy's ae bairn, 1 10
I care na for your een sae
blue, .... 619
I chanced to meet an airy
blade, . . . 504
I coft a stane o' haslock woo, 449
I do confess thou art sae fair, 332
I dream'd I lay where flowers
were springing, . . 153
I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen, 304
I had a horse and I had nae
mair, .... 193
I hae a wife o' my ain, . 364
I hae been at Crookieden, 342
I hae laid a herring in s A, 253
I'll ay ca' in by yon town, 470
I lo'e nae a laddie but ane, 276
I love my jovial sailor, . 404
I married with a scolding wife, 99
In April when primroses paint
the sweet plain, . . 127
In Brechin did a wabster
dwell, . . . .541
In comin' by the brig o' Dye, 164
In lovely August last, . 457
In May when the daisies ap-
pear on the green, . 286
In Scotland there lived a hum-
ble beggar, . . 435
In summer when the hay was
maun, . • . 376
In the hall I lay at night, 119
In the garb of old Gaul, 218
In winter when the rain rain'd
cauld, . . . 258
In yon garden fine and gay, 582
I sing of a whistle, a whistle of
worth, . . . 324
It fell about the Martinmas
time, .... 310
It is na, Jean, thy bonnie face, 343
It is night, I am alone, . 123
It's up wi' the souters o' Sel-
kirk, .... 450
It's whisper'd in parlour, 474
It was a' for our rightfu'
king, .... 513
It was in and about the Mar-
tinmas time, . . 230
It was in an evening sae saft
and sae clear, . . 113
It was in sweet Senegal, 398
I've been courting at a lass, 316
I who am sore oppress'd with
love, .... 154
I will awa' wi' my love, . 175
I winna marry ony man but
Sandy o'er the lea, . 283
J.
Jamie, come try me, . 238
Jenny's heart was frank and
free, .... 28
Jockey fou and Jenny fain, 395
Jockey he came here to woo, 175
Jockey met with Jenny fair, 62
Jockey said to Jenny, . 62
Jockey's ta'en the parting
kiss, .... 589
John Anderson, my jo, John, 269
INDEX.
XV
Keen blaws the wind o'er
Donocht head, . . 388
L.
Landlady, count the lawin', 178
Lang hae we parted been, 227
Late in an evening forth I
went, .... 328
Leander on the bay, . 27
Leave kindred and friends,
sweet Betty, . . 52
Let ithers brag weel o' their
gear, . . . .276
Little wat ye wha's coming, 591
Lived ance two lovers 'in yon
dale, . . . .616
Look where my dear Hamilla
smiles, . . . m
Lord Thomas and fair Annet, 553
Loud blaw the frosty breezes, 150
Louis, what reck I by thee, 427
Love never more shall give
me pain, ... 83
Love's goddess in a myrtle
grove, ... 55
M.
Mourn, hapless Caledonia,
mourn, . . .147
My bonny Lizie Baillie, 469
My daddy is a canker'd carle, 91
My daddy left me gear enough, 542
My dear and only love, I pray, 464
My father has forty good
shillings, . . .465
My Harry was a gallant gay, 218
My heart is a breaking, dear
titty, . . . .306
My heart is sair, I dare na tell, 448
My heart's in the Highlands, 268
My heart was ance as blythe
and free, . . .106
My hero, my hero, my beau-
teous, my brave, . . 352
My Jeany and I have toil'd, 590
My J ockey is the blithest lad, 25
My laddie is gane far away
o'er the plain, . . 16
My lady's gown there's gairs
upon't, . . .573
My loved Celestia is so fair, 160
My love has forsaken me, 159
My love she's but a lassie yet, 234
My love was born in Aber-
deen, . . . .281
My love was once a bonny lad, 14
My mither's ay glowran o'er
me, ]80
My Patie is a lover gay, 94
My Peggy is a young thing, 88
My Peggy's face, my Peggy's
form, . . . .517
My Sandy gied to me a ring, 213
My sheep I've forsaken, . 94
My soger laddie is over the sea, 334
My wife's a wanton wee thing, 226
Musing on the roaring ocean, 187
N.
Nae gentle dames, tho' ne'er
so fair, . . . 121
No churchman am I for to
rail and to write, . . 606
No more my song shall be, ye
swains, ... 1
No repose can I discover, . 131
Now^ bank and brae are
claith'd in green, . . 537
Now smiling Spring again
appears, ... 28
Now Nature hangs her
mantle green, . . 417
Now wat ye wha I met ye-
streen, . . .179
Now westlin winds and
slaughterin' guns, . 363
O.
O all ye luves and groves la-
ment, . . . .408
O an ye war dead gudeman, 421
O as I was kist yestreen, . 330
O ay my wife she dang me, 549
O Bell, thy looks have kill'd
my heart, . . .146
O Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 134
O Both well bank, thou bloom-
est fair, . . . 529
O cam ye here the fight to
shun, . . . .290
O can ye labor lea, young man, 407
O can ye sew cushions, . 456
O cherub content, . . 526
O dear minnie what shall I do, 245
O dear Peggy, love's beguil-
ing, . . . - 245
Odear! what can the matter be, 510
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O dinna think, bonnie lassie, 574
O fare ye weel, my auld wife, 365
Of a' the airts the wind can
blaw, .... 244
O for my ain king, quo' gude
Wallace, . . . 498
O gae to the kye wi' me,
Johnie, . . . 142
O Galloway Tam cam here
to woo, . . . 336
O gin I were fairly shot o' her, 576
O gin my love were yon red
rose, . . 614
O gude ale comes, . . 561
O heard ye of a silly Harper, 598
Oh ! I am come to the low
countrie, . . . 514
Oh open the door, Lord Gre-
gory, . ... 5
0 how can I be blythe and
glad, .... 328
O how shall I unskilfu' try, 360
Oh ! send Lewis Gordonhame, 87
Oh was not I a weary wight, 90
O I forbid you, maidens a', 423
O I hae lost my silken snood, 32
O John, come kiss me now, 315
O keep ye weel frae Sir John
Malcolm, . . .468
O Kenmure's on an' awa',
Willie, . . .370
O ken ye what Meg o' the
mill has gotten, . . 585
O ladie, I maun lo'e thee, 320
O Lady Mary Ann looks o'er
the castle wa', . . 390
O lay thy loof in mine, lass, 593
O leave novels, ye Mauchlin
belles, . . .592
O leeze me on my spinning
wheel, . . .371
O let me in this ae night, 320
O Logie o' Buchan, O Logie
the laird, . . . 368
O lovely maid, how dear's
thy power, ... 42
O lovely Polly Stewart, . 485
O love, thou delights in man's
ruin, . . . .413
O luve will venture, . 386
O Mally's meek, Mally's
sweet, . . . 617
O Mary, turn awa that bonny
face, .... 560
O Mary, ye's be clad in silk, 605
O May, thy morn was ne'er
sae sweet, . . . 477
O meikle thinks my love o'
my beauty, . . . 322
O merry hae I been teethen a
heckle, . . . 279
O merry may the maid be, 129
O mighty Nature's handy-
work, . . . 314
O mither dear, I 'gin to fear, 133
O Molly, Molly, my dear
honey, . . . 132
O mount and go, . . 242
O my love's like a red, red
rose, .... 415
On a bank of flowers in a sum-
mer day, . . . 232
O Nannie, wilt thou gang wi*
me, .... 33
On a rock by seas surround-
ed, ... 107
One day I heard Mary say, 92
One morning very early, one
morning in the Spring, 46
One night as young Colin lay
musing in bed, . . 151
One night I dream'd I lay
most easy, . . . 131
On Etrick banks ae summer's
night, ... 82
O once I lov'd a bonnie lass, 570
O sad and heavy should I
part, .... 461
O Sandy, why leaves thou thy
Nelly to mourn, . . 161
O saw ye Jenny Nettles, 53
O saw ye my dearie, my Eppie
M'Nab, . ... 346
O saw ye my father, . 77
O see that form that faintly
gleams, . . . 71
O steer her up and had her
gaun, . . . 520
O tell me, my bonny young
lassie, .... 558
O that I had ne'er been mar-
ried, . ... 613
O that I were where Helen
lies, . . . .163
O this is no my ain house, 225
O turn away those cruel eyes, 604
Our auld King Coul was a
jolly auld soul, . . 486
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Page
Our goodman came harae at
e'en, .... 466
Our lords are to the moun-
tains gane, . . . 312
Our young lady's a-hunting
gane, . . . .437
Out over the Forth, I look to
the North, . . . 434
O waly, waly, up yon bank, 1 66
O waly, waly, up yon bank, 458
O wat ye wha's in yon town, 471
O weel may the boatie row, 438
O were I able to rehearse, 302
O were I on Parnassus' hill, 264
O wha my babie clouts will
buy, .... 286
O whar did ye get that
hauver meal bannock, . 100
O what had I ado for to
marry, . . .199
O when she cam ben she bob-
bit, .... 364
O where and O where does
your Highland laddie
dwell, . . . 566
O where hae ye been, Lord
Ronald my son, . . 337
O where wad bonnie Annie
lie, . . . .335
O whistle, an' I'll come to you
my lad, . . .109
O Willie brew'd a peck o'
maut, . . .301
O wilt thou go wi' me, sweet
Tibbie Dunbar, . . 216
P.
Pain'd with her slighting
Jamie's love, . . 18
Peggy, now the king's come, 248
Powers celestial, whose pro-
tection, . . . 473
Put the gown upon the
bishop, . . . 462
Q.
Quite over the mountains, 157
R.
Rattlin, roarin Willie, . 202
Raving winds around her
blowing, . . .181
Red gleams the sun on yon
hill tap, . . .519
Page
Return hameward my heart
again, . . . 572
Robin is my only joe, . 492
Robin shure in hairst, . 562
Row saftly thou stream, . 524
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, 352
S
Sae flaxen were her ringlets, 458
Saw ye Johnnie cummin' quo'
she, .... 10
Saw ye my wee' thing, . 454
Saw ye nae my Peggy, . 1 2
Saw ye the thane o' meikle
pride, . . .594
Scenes of woe and scenes of
pleasure, . . . 533
Scots wha hae wi' Wallace
bled, . . . .596
Se do mholla mholla mholla, 274
Sensibility how charming, 339
She's fair and fause thatcaus'd
my smart, . . .411
She sat down below a thorn, 331
She took me in and set me
down, . . . 188
Should auld acquaintance be
forgot, ... 26
Should auld acquaintance be
forgot, . . .426
Simmer's a pleasant time, 222
Since all thy vows, false maid, 207
Since robb'd of all that
charm'd my view, . 184
Sir John Cope trode the north
right far, . . . 242
Sleepy body, drousy body, 404
Slow spreads the gloom my
soul desires, . . 516
Some spieks of lords, some
spieks of lairds, . . 367
Speak on, speak thus and still
my grief, . . .137
Stately stept he east the
wa', .... 289
Stay my charmer, can you
leave me, . . .135
Stern winter has left us, . 544
Sun, gallop down the westlin
skies, .... 263
Sure my Jean is beauty's blos-
som, .... 587
Sweet Annie frae the sea-
beach came, . . 85
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INDEX.
Sweet closes the evening on
Craigieburn wood, . 311
Sweetest May, let love inspire
thee, . . . .578
Sweet nursling of the tears of
morning, . . . 254
Sweet nymph of my devo-
tion, . . . .419
Sweet sir, for your courtesie, 1 14
T.
Talk not of love, it gives me
pain, .... 194
Tarry woo, O tarry woo, 45
Tell me Jessy, tell me, . 618
The auld man he came over
the lea, . . . 439
The auld man's mare's dead, 500
The auld wife beyond the fire, 446
The blude red rose at Yule
may blaw, . . .190
The bonniest lad that e'er I
saw, .... 484
The bonny brucket lassie, 69
The bonny grey-eyed morn-
ing, .... 80
The bride cam out of the by re, 1 0
The Campbells are comin', 309
The carl he cam o'er the
craft, . . . 141
The Catrine woods were yel-
low seen, . . . 285
The Chevalier being void of
fear, . . . .103
The collier has a daughter, 48
The country swain that haunts
the plain, . . . 316
The day returns, my bosom
burns, . . . . 233
The Deil cam fiddlin thro'
the town, . . . 412
The deucks dang o'er my
daddy, . . .409
The Duke of Gordon has
three daughters, . . 431
The fields were green, the
hills were gray, . . 29
The gloomy night is gath'ring
fast, .... 293
The gypsies cam to our gude
lord's yett, . . 189
The king sits in Dunfermline
toune, . . . 406
The lass of Pcaty's Mill, . 21
The last time I came o'er the
moor, . . . , \y
The Lawland lads think they
are fine, ... 22
The Lawland maids gang
trig and fine, . . 23
The lazy mist hangs from the
brow of the hill, . . 241
The love that I hae chosen, 1 18
The lovely lass of Inverness, 414
The maid's gane to the mill
by night, . . .494
The maltman comes on Mon-
onday, . . .445
The meal was dear short
syne, . . .238
The moon had climb'd the
highest hill, . . 38
The morn was fair, saft was
the air, . . . 220
The night her silent sable
wore, .... 84
The night is my departing
night, . . . .620
The noble Maxwells and
their powers, . . 375
The nymphs and shepherds
are met on the green, . 574
The ploughman he's a bonie
lad, .... 173
The queen 0' the Lothians
cam cruisin to Fife, . 539
The pawkie auld carl came
over the lea, . . 234
The rain rins down thro'
Merryland toune, . 602
The robin came to the wren's
nest, .... 419
There came a ghost to Mar-
garet's door, . . 374
There came a young man to
my daddie's door, . 228
There grows a bonie brier
bush, .... 508
There lived a carl in Kelly-
burn braes, . . . 392
There liv'd a man in yonder
glen, .... 376
There liv'd a wife in our gate
end, . . . . 306
There Nancy's to the green-
wood gane, ... 50
There's a youth in this city,
it were a pity, . . 266
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Page
There's cauld kail in Aber-
deen, .... 170
There's fouth of braw Jockies
and Jennies, . . 462
There's news, lasses, news, 609
There's nought but care on
every hand, . . 78
There's three gude-fellows, 454
There was a battle in the
north, . . . 375
There was a bonie lass, . 606
There was an auld wife had a
wee pickle tow, . . 450
There was anee a may, . 126
There was a jolly beggar, 274
There was a lass, they ca'd her
Meg, .... 156
There was a noble lady, . 582
There was a silly shepherd
swain, . . . 490
There was a wee bit wiffikie, 506
There was a wife wonn'd in
Cockpen, . . . 558
The shepherd Adonis, . 167
The shepherd's wife cries o'er
theknowe, . . . 372
The silver moon's enamour'd
beams, . . . 36
The smiling morn, the breath-
ing spring, ... 73
The smiling plains profusely
gay, .... 213
The smiling spring comes in
rejoicing, . . .401
The spring time returns, . 246
The sun in the west, . 557
The tailor fell thro' the bed,
thimble an a', . . 221
The tears I shed must ever
fall, .... 350
The Thames flows proudly, 305
The tither morn when I for-
lorn, . . . . 355
The weary pund, the weary
pund, .... 362
The widow can bake, . 130
The winter it is past, . 208
The wren scho lyes in care's
bed, .... 497
The yellow hair'd laddie sat
on yon burn brae, . 1 28
They say that Jocky '11 speed
weelo't, . . . 278
Thickest night, surround my
dwelling, . . . 138
Tho' cruel fate should bid us
part, .... 122
Tho' for seven years and
mair, . . .522
Thou art gane awa, thou art
gane awa, . . . 348
Thou ling'ring star, with
less'ning ray, . . 288
Though distant far from
Jessy's charms, . 72
Tho' women's minds like win-
ter winds, . . . 300
Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, 548
Thy praise I'll ever celebrate, 274
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, 452
Tibbie, I hae seen the day, 203
'Tis nae very lang sinsyne, 569
To fly like bird from grove to
grove, ... 25
To me what are riches en-
cumber'd with care, . 174
Twa bonie lads were Sandy
and Jockey, . . 292
'Twas at the hour of dark
midnight, . . .214
'Twas at the shining midday
hour, . . . 534
'Twas at the silent solemn
hour, .... 554
'Twas in that season of the
year, .... 9
'Twas on a Monday morning, 440
'Twas past ane o'clock in a
cold frosty morning, . 236
'Twas summer and softly the
breezes, . . . 532
'Twas within a mile of Edin-
burgh town, . . 49
Tune your fiddles, tune them
sweetly, . . . 208
Turn again, thou fair Eliza, 378
U.
Ullin, Carril and Ryno, . 265
Up amang yon cliffy rocks, 40
Up and warn a' Willie, . 195
Up wi' the carls of Dysart, 405
W.
Wae is my heart, and the
tear's in my e'e, . . 490
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INDEX.
Pago
Waes me that e'er I made
your bed, . . . 246
Wantonness for ever mair, 435
Wap and row, wap and row, 470
Water parted from the sea, 39
Weary fa' you, Duncan Gray, 168
Wee Willie Gray, . . 530
Well hide the cooper behind
the door, . . . 442
Well, I agree, ye're sure o' me, 176
We'll put the sheep-head in
the pat, . . » 493
Were I assured you'd constant
prove, . 257
Wha is that at my chamber
door, .... 444
Whare are ye gaun my bony
lass, 29S
Whare Esk its silver current
leads, . . . 522
Whare hae ye been sae braw,
lad, .... 302
Whare live ye, my bonie lass, 372
Whar hae ye been a' day, my
boy Tammy, . - 518
Wha's that at my bower door, 347
What beauties does Flora dis-
close, .... 37
What can a young lassie, 327
What numbers shall the
Muse repeat, . . 43
What think ye o' the scorn-
fu' quine, . . . 476
What will I do gin my hog-
gie die, . . .139
What words, dear Nancy, will
prevail, . . .140
Wha wadna be in love wi'
bonny Maggy Lauder, . 562
When absent from the nymph
I love, ... 54
When, dear Evanthe,we were
young, . . . 394
When first I came to be a
man, .... 294
When first my brave Johnie
lad, . . . .319
When first my dear laddie
gaed to the green hill, . 128
When Frennet castle's ivy'd
wall, • 296
When Guilford good our pilot
stood, . . .102
When I gaed to the mill my
lane, . . . .521
When I have asixpence under
my thumb, . . . 284
When I think on my lad, 570
When I think on this warld's
pelf, .... 34
When I upon thy bosom lean, 214
When I was a young lad my
fortune was bad, . 332
When Januar wind was blaw-
ing, .... 460
When merry hearts were gay, 261
When rosy May comes in wi'
flowers, . . . 229
When summer comes, the
swains on Tweed, . 71
When the days they are
lang, .... 530
When the sheep are in the
fauld, . . . 256
When trees did bud, and
fields were green, . 75
When west winds did blow, 217
Where braving angry win-
ter's storms, . . 203
Where Cart rins rowin to the
sea, .... 403
Wherefore sighing art thou
Phillis, . . .473
Where waving pines salute
the skies, . . . 205
Where winding Forth adorns
the vale, . . .149
While fops in saft Italian
verse, ... 34
While hopeless and almost
reduced to despair, . 406
While some for pleasure
pawn their health, . 89
Why hangs that cloud upon
thy brow, . . . 143
Willie was a wanton wag, 144
Willie Wastle dwalt on
Tweed, . . .389
Wilt thou be my dearie, . 484
Will ye gang o'er the lea-rig, 50
Will ye go and marry, Katie, 472
Will ye go to the ewe-bughts,
Marion, ... 86
Will ye go to the Highlands,
Leezie Lindsay, . . 446
Willy's rare and Willy's fair, 542
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With broken words and
downcast eyes,
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie
Down,
Ye gales that gently wave the
sea,
Ye gallants bright I red you
right, • • , \
Ye gods was Strephon s pic-
ture blest, . • -
Ye Highlands and ye Law-
lands,
Ye Jacobites by name give an
ear, ....
Ye Muses nine, O lend your
aid, .
Ye Muses nine, O lend your
aid, ....
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611
Page
Ye rivers so limpid and clear, 191
Ye sylvan pow'rs that rule
the plain, ... 76
Ye watchful guardians of the
Fair, . . . . 302
Yon wild mossy mountains, 340
You ask me, charming fair, 584
Young Jamie pride of a' the
plain, . . • 433
Young Jockie was the blyth-
estlad, . . . .297
Young Peggy blooms our
boniest lass, . . 79
Young Philander woo'd me
lang, .... 230
You sing of our goodman frae
hame, . . .614
2 R
INDEX
OF THE
FIRST LINES OF SONGS OR POEMS,
INSERTED IN THE ILLUSTRATIONS.
Page
A.
A cock laird fu' cadgie, . 137
Ae day a braw wooer came
down the lang glen, . 461
Ae simmer night, on Logan
braes, ... 42
Ah ! my love ! leif me not, 93
Alas, my son, you little know, 101
All health be round Balcarras'
board, . . . *128
And from home I wou'd be, *387
As I came in by Fisherrow, 122
As I stood by yon roofless
tower, . . . 363
As I went forth to view the
plain, . . . 152
As Sylvia in a forest lay, 58
As the gentle turtle-dove, 55
Astrea, why so pale and sad, *1 19
At gloamin, if my lane I be, 53
At setting day and rising
morn, . . . 433
Awake, my love, with genial
ray, ... 80
B.
Balow, my boy, lie still and
sleep, . . 124
Behind yon hills where Lugar
flows, . . 91
Behold, my love, how green
the groves, . . 79
Be lordly, lassie, be lordly, 504
Blink o'er the burn, sweet
Betty, . . 55
Bonny Peggy Ramsay, 504
Born with too much fickle-
ness, &c. . . «401
Born with too much sensibili-
ty, &c. . . *400
Braw, braw lads of Gala
Water, . . 121
Bra', bra' lads o' Gala Wa-
ter, . . . . *408
But are ye sure the news is
true, . . *117
By Logan's streams that rin
sae deep, . . 42
C.
Can I cease to care ? . 207
Canst thou leave me thus,
my Katy ? . . 145
Ca' the yowes to the knowes, 248
Cauld kale in Aberdeen, 150
Come all ye souls devoid of
art, . . 424
Come, gie's a sang, Mont-
gomery cry'd, . 283
Come, take your glass, the
northern lass, . . 118
Cope sent a challenge frae
Dunbar, . . 220
D.
Dead as a door-nail, . *146
Dear Oswald, could my verse
as smoothly flow, . *406
Declare, ye banks of Helicon, 408
INDEX.
xxiii
Did ever swain a nymph
adore, . . . *447
Donald Couper and his man, 316
Down in yon meadow a cou-
ple did tarrie, . . 181
Duncan Gray cam here to
woo, . . 148
Dusty was his coat, . *207
E.
Every day my wife tells me, 305
Ewie wi' the crooked horn, #412
F.
Farewell, thou fair day, thou
green earth, and ye skies, 354
Father, she said, you have
done me wrang, . #388
Fiddle strings are dear, laddie, 491
Forlorn, my love, no comfort
near, . . .303
Frae Dunideir as I cam
through, . . 447
From the chase in the moun-
tain, . . .170
G.
Gil Morice was an erle's son, 193
Gin ye meet a bonnie lassie, 16
Go, go, go— Go to Berwick,
Johnny, . . 459
Good night, and joy be wi'
ye a', . 512
Great William of Nassau,
who saved us from Rome, 13
H.
Had I the power as I've the
will, . . .415
Had we never loved sae
kindly, . . . #370
Hame, hame, hame, &c. *386
Hark! now the drums beat
up again, . . 64
Hark ! the mavis' evening
sang, . .249
Harmonious pipe, how I en-
vye thy bliss, . . #202
Have you any laws to mend, *402
He courted her kindly, . *452
Hee, balow, my sweet wee
Donald, . . 417
Her daddy forbad, her minny
forbad, . . *207
Here awa, there awa, wan-
dering Willie, . 60
Here is the glen, and here
the bower, . . 14
Here's a health to him that's
away, . . 371
Here's a health to them that's
awa, . . 372
Hey for bobbing John, . 474
Hey, now the day dawis, 163
Hech hey ! Robin, quo' she, 422
Hoo are ye kimmer, . *S15
How can I be sad on my
wedding day, . . 136
How happy is the rural
clown, . . 237
Husband, husband, cease
your strife, . . ]12
I.
Ianthe lovely, the joy of her
swain, ' . 108
I do confess thou'rt smooth
and fair, . . 309
I feed a lad at Roodmass, 358
If those who live in shep-
herds' bowers, . . 79
If thou'lt play me fair play, 413
I ha'e a cow, I ha'e a calf, *412
I hae a wife o' my ain, , 326
1 hae layen three herring in
f saut, . . 229
I'll clip, quo' she, yere lang
grey wing, . . 81
I'll gang nae mair to yon
town, . . 403
I'll hap ye wi' my petticoat, 130
I'll rowe thee o'er, the lea rig, 53
I'm o'er young to marry yet, 110
I'm wearing awa, Jean, . 168
In figure, in feature, and
powers of mind, . *196
In January last, . 396
I saw three ladies fair, . 369
I see a form, I see a face, 209
It fell about the month of
June, . . *3oo
I've heard them lilting at the
ewe-milking, . . 67
I've heard them lilting, * 146
I've seen the smiling of for-
tune beguiling, . 63
I was born near four miles,
&c. ... *316
XXIV
fNDEX.
I will awa' wi' my luve,
I will away,
I wish I were where Helen
lies, ... 143
I wish I war where Eelin
Kes, . . . *210
I met four chaps yon birks
amang, ... 435
It was in and about the Mar-
tinmas, . . . *451
I wish that you were dead,
goodman,
Page Page
162 My wife's a wanton wee
219 thing, . . . . 211
My wife's a winsome wee
thing> • . .211
N.
Nancy's to the Assembly
gone, . . t *]24
No wonder that Apollo left, *134
O.
366 O Brother Sandie, hear ye
the news ? . . \2
T j T , J* , 0 dear> minny» what shall I
Joan, quod John, when wy 11 do ? . . 223
this be? ... 228 O fair maid, &c, '. *526
Jockey's fou, and Jenny's O far-famed Rab ! my silly
*ain> • . . 282 muse, . . . *294
John Anderson, my jo, cum 0 gin my love were yon red
in as ye gae by, . 243 rose, . . 507
J ohn, come kiss me now, 298 Oh, Nancy, wilt thou go with
with me, . . ^0
K. O ken ye what Meg o' the
Ken ye wha supped Bessy's mill has gotten ? 489
haggles? . 28 O let us swim in blood of
King, Lords and Commons, * 1 93 grapes, . . . 169
O Logan, sweetly didst thou
gKde, . . . 43
O Logie of Buchan, O Logie
the laird, . . 337
O lassie, art thou sleeping
yet? . . 302
O my bonnie, bonnie High-
land laddie, . . 410
On the blythe Beltane, . *515
402 On Tweedside dwells a gal-
166 lant swain, . . . 524
L.
Last May a braw wooer cam
doun the lang glen, . 462
Listen here awhile, a story I
will tell, . . *384
Lived ance twa luvers in yon
dale, . • . 395
Lizae Baillie's to Gartartan
gane,
Long berdes hertheles, .
Look behind and you shall O, open the' door, love Gre-
see, . . . *127 gory, . . . *107
Look up to Pentland's tow'r- O swiftly glides the bonny
ingtap, ... 16 boat, . . . ^444
O the ewe-bughting's bon-
M. nie, . . . *201
May her blest example chase, 132 O, this is no my ain house, 208
My daddie's a delver of O, this is no my ain house, 210
dykes, ... 99 Out o'er yon moss, out o'er
for yon muir, . . *408
93 Over the mountains, and un-
My luve murnis for me
me,
My luve's in Germany, send
him hame,
My mother sent me to
well,
My sweetest May, let
incline thee,
der the caves,
140
344 O waly! waly! love is bonnie, 147
the O were my love yon violet
421 sweet, < . . 538
love O wha for honest poverty, 285
486 O wha is she that lo'es me, 134
INDEX.
XXV
Page
O whar hae ye been a' day, *364
O when shall I be married, 401
O where hae ye been, Lord
Randal, my son, . 312
O whistle, and I'll come to
you, my lad, . . 109
O Willie, weel I mind I lent
you my hand, . . 32
P.
Peace, wayward barne, *204
Peggy in devotion, . 365
Pray, came you here the
fight to shun? . 271
Put up thy dagger, Jamie, *303
R.
Returning spring, with glad-
some ray, . . *366
S.
Sawney was tall and of noble
race, ... 96
Saw ye my Maggie, . 8
Scots wha hae wi' Wallace
bled, ... 495
See where the Forth, &c. *296
Should auld acquaintance be
forgot, . . . 375
Should auld acquaintance, &c.*440
Since cruel hearted fate, * 135
Sleep' st thou, or wak'st thou,
fairest creature, . 247
Some speiks of lords, some
speiks of lairds, . 333
Stay, my Willie, yet believe
me, , . . 145
Streams that glide in orient
plains, . . . 135
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigie-
burn, . . . 293
T.
The canons roar and trum-
pets sound, . . 411
The cantie spring scarce
rear'd her head, . 477
The cock's at the crawing, *216
The cold Winter it is past, *466
The collier has a daughter, 52
The Coopers they came, . 410
The Elphin Knight sits on
yon hill, . . 63
Pago
The first day I landed, . *314
The grass had nae freedom o'
growing, . . 6
The lovely moon had climbed
the hill, ... 39
The mucking o' Geordie's
byre, . . .100
The nine pint bicker's fa'n,
&c. . . . *392
Then Jockey wou'd a wooing
away, . . . 160
The ploughman he's a bony
lad, ^ . . . 158
The rain rins down through
merry Lincoln, . 500
The rain rins doon through
Mirryland toun, . 503
The reek it rose, and the
flame it flew, . . 279
There is not a tailor in all
London town, . . *461
There's a rose in Kenmore's
cap, Willie, . . 339
There's auld Rob Morris,
that wons in yon glen, 183
There's braw, braw lads on
Yarrow braes, . 121
There's cauld kail in Aber-
deen, . . . 151
There's nae luck about the
house, . . . 49
There was a lass dwelt in the
north, . . . 397
There was a lass, thev ca'd
her Meg, . . 139
There was a knight and he
was young, . . 420
There was an auld man was
hauding his plow, . 350
There was a pretty may, and
a milkin' she went, . 345
The snows are dissolving on
Torno's wild shore, . 348
The sun is sunk, the day is
done, .... 539
The winter it is past, . 188 •
Thickest night surrounds my
dwelling, . . 126
Thy braes were bonny, Yar-
row stream, . . 464
Thou hast left me ever,
Jamie, ... 6
Thy restless father roams
1 once more, . . M94
xxvi
INDEX.
Tillielute, tillielute, &c. *109
To daunton me, to daunton
me, 176
To your arms, to your arms,
my bonny Highland lads, 1 0
Tune your fiddles, tune them
sweetly, . . . 190
'Twas even — the dewy fields
were green, . . 25
'Twas even — the dewy fields
were green, . . 260
'Twas na her bonnie blue een
was my ruin, . . 212
U.
Up and war them a', Willie, 179
Up wi' the souters o' Selkirk, 390
W.
Wee Totum Fogg, . 455
Weel may we a' be, . 1 67
We'll put the sheep-head in
the pat, ... 353
We're a' dry wi' drinking o't, 82
Were I but able to rehearse, 287
Whan winter's wind was
blawing cauld, . 398
What merriment has ta'en the
Whigs, . . . *455
When absent from the nymph
Hove, ... 56
When first my dear Johnny
came to this toun, . 301
When first she cam to toun, *299
When I sleep I dream, . 206
When I think on this warld's
pelf, ... 32
When I was in my se'en-
teenth year, . . 27
When Maggie and I were
acquaint, . . 36
When merry hearts were gay, 239
When Phoebus bright the
azure skies, . . 203
When silent Time, with light-
ly foot, . . .521
When steeds were saddled, *319
When the sheep are in the
fauld, ... 233
When white was my o'erlay,* 317
When wild war's deadly blast
was blawn, . . 226
When you came over first frae
France, . . . n
Where got'st thou that haver-
mill bonack, . . 102
Who is at my window, who,
who, ... 498
Why tarries my love, . *31 1
Y.
Ye banks, and braes, and
streams around, . 153
Ye'll bring me here a pint of
wine, . . . *305
Ye Lothian lairds, in sable
weeds, . . . *192
You have heard of our sweet
little races at Kelso, . 529
Young Philander woo'd me
lang, ... 214
Young Randal was a bonny
lad, .... *465
You will think it, my duck,
for the fault I must own, 20
GENERAL INDEX
TO THE
ILLUSTRATIONS.
[•%* The Names of thefScotish Lyric Poets, specimens of whose Songs
are contained in the Musical Museum, are printed in Capital Letters.']
A.
Abell, John, of the Chapel Royal,
153, 155.
Aberdeen Cantus ; a Collection of
Songs, &c, 1662, 1666, and
1682, 140. See also Introduc-
tion.
Adams, Jean, (Died 1765,) 46,
*117, *398.
Aird's Musical Collections for the
Violin, 403,423.
Anderson, John, music engraver,
Edinburgh, (Alive 1839,) 485,
487, 527.
Anderson, Thomas, piper in Kelso,
*379.
Armstrong, John, old ballad, and
historical notices, 327, 333.
Arne, Thomas Augustine, Mus.
Doct., song by, 40.
Austin Adam, M.D., (B. 1726?
_D. 1774,) 153, *214, *466.
Aytoun, Sir Robert, (B. 1570,
D. 1638,) 308, *363.
B.
Baillie, Lady Grisell, (B. 1665,
' D. 1746,) 119, *200.
Baillie, Miss Joanna *317, *443,
*444, 539.
Barclay, Rev. John, (B. 1734,
IJ. 1798,) 271, *322.
Barnard, Lady Ann, vide Lindsay.
Barrett, John, organist, 319.
Battishill, Jonathan, 34.
Beattie, James, D.D., (B. 1735,
D. 1803,) 45, 108.
Berg, Mr, 14.
Berwick, Friars of, an old Scotish
poem, attributed to Dunbar, 292.
Biggar, Dissenting clergyman at,
song attributed to, 360.
Binning, Charles Hamilton, Lord,
(B. 1696, D. 1732,) *447.
Birnie, Patrick, fiddler at King-
horn, (Flour. 1700,) 427, *461.
Blacklock, Thomas, D. D., (B.
1721, D. 1791,) 94, 119, 127,
137, 141, 159, 171, 177, *199,
211, 230, 276, 317, 321, 352,
414, *455.
Blamire, Miss, of Carlisle, (Died
1795, aged about 36, not 49, as
stated at p. 521.)
Border Bag-pipers, Notices of
*378-*381.
Boswell, Sir Alexander, of
Auchinleck, Bart., (B. 1775, D.
1822,) 435, 466, 512, 518.
Boswell, James, of Auchinleck,
528.
Both well, Lady Ann, *203.
Brash, James, bookseller, Glasgow,
*214.
xxviii
GENERAL INDEX.
Bremner, Robert, musician, 110,
313, 336, 349.
Bruce, John, musician, Dumfries,
109, 236, *410.
Bruce, Michael, (B. 1746, D. 1767,)
262.
Bryce, Rev. Alexander, (J?. 1714,
B. 1786,) *76, *137, *138.
Buchan, Peter, Gleanings of Bal-
lads, quoted *381, *461.
Burn, Minstrel, a Border poet and
musician, 203, *298.
Burn, Nicol, a Roman Catholic
priest, *298.
Burns, Robert, (B. 1759, D.
1796,) 5, 14, 25, 43, 60, 79, 83,
91, 102-105, 107, 109-118,
121, 123, 126, 131, 134, 135,
137, 139, 142, 145-148, 157,
1 58, 1 66, 1 70-1 85, 202, 206-22 1 ,
224, 226, 236, 241-248, 253,
258, 262, 274, 275, 280, 284-287,
290, 291, 295, 296, 300, &c, &c.
&c. passim.
Byrd, William, organist, 300.
C.
Cameron, Rev. William, (B.
1751, D. 1811,) 291, *324.
Campbell, Alexander, 250, 508.
— Albyn's Anthology, quot-
ed passim.
Extract from M.S.
Journal, *378.
Campbell, Thomas, {Alive 1839,)
445, 515.
Carey, David, (B. 1782, D.
1824,) song by, 441, 514.
Carnegie, James, of Balnamoon,
Song attributed to, *140.
Carter, Thomas, 30.
Cassillis, Earl of, Letter on the
Death of his Lady, in 1642,
*218.
Chalmers, Alexander, Biographical
Dictionary, quoted *304, *308.
Chalmers, George, edition of Allan
Ramsay's Poems, 176, *319.
Chalmers, James, account of
Hamilton of Bangour, *293.
Chambers, Robert, song of Young
Randal, *465.
Scottish Songs, quoted
passim in Addit. Illust.
Chambers' Biographical Dictionary,
quoted 137, 516.
edition of Burns, quoted
*221.
ChappeU's National English Airs,
quoted *207.
Clarinda, Mrs M'Lehose, vide
M'Lehose, Mrs,
■ Burns's Letters to, 221,
*369.
Clarke, Jeremiah, organist, Lon-
don, 83, 84, 483.
Clark, Stephen, organist, Edin-
burgh, 127, 184, 185, 346, 393,
401, 434, 472, 480, 481.
Clark, William, organist, Edin-
burgh, 167, 495.
Cleland, Lieut-Col. William, 316,
*366.
Clerk, Sir John, of Penicuik,
Bart., (B. 1680 ID. 1755,) 120,
*201, *202.
Clunie, Rev. John, (B. 1757, D.
1819,) 251.
Cockburn, Alicia Rutherford,
Mrs, 149, 150,* 122, *130,*399-
*402.
Cockburn, Catharine Trotter, Mrs,
*130.
Cockburn, Catharine Rutherford,
Mrs, 149, 150, *127, *149.
Cooper, Isaac, musician, Banff, 496.
Corbet, Miss Grace, 504.
Couper, Robert, M.D.,(Z?. 1750,
D. 1818,) 440, 513.
Craig, Adam, musician, Edinburgh,
57.
Craig, Agnes, vide M'Lehose, Mrs.
Cranstoun, Helen Darcy, vide
Stewart, Mrs Dugald,
Crawfurd, Patrick, of Auchinames,
* 1 13-* 115.
Crawfurd, Robert, (B. 1 695 ?
D. 1733,) 36, 45, 74, 78, 85,
86, 94, 1 1 1, 203, H 13, *384, *385.
Crawfurd, William, [Robert] vide
supra.
Crokat, James, 222.
Crokat, Mrs, 222.
Cromek, R. H., Reliques of Burns,
quoted passim.
- Remains of Nithsdale and
Galloway Song, 350, 352, 358,
392, 419, 437.
GENERAL INDEX.
xxix
Cumming, Angus, of Granton, 78,
252, 485.
Cunningham, Allan, (Alive \8S9,)
82, *116, *144, *382, *385,
*439, *456.
Cunningham, John, 34.
Cunningham, Peter, Collection of
Songs, 539.
Currie, Dr, edition of Burns's
Works, quoted passim.
D.
Dale's Collection of Scots Songs,
81, 151.
Dalrymple (Sir D.) Lord Hailes,
Letter respecting the ballad
" Argyle's Levee," *445.
Dalrymple, Sir Hew, of North Ber-
wick, *127.
Dalyell, Sir John G., communica-
tion respecting Mr Graham of
Gartmore, 521.
Dauney, William, Ancient Scotish
Melodies, from Skene's MS.,
*110, *395, *403.
Dick, Lady, of Prestonfield, 523-
525.
Douglas, Reverend Robert, *218,
*219.
Drummond, Miss Jean, afterwards
Duchess of Athole, 153, *214.
Dowland, John, 468, 499.
Dudgeon, Robert, 40, *395.
Dudgeon, William,(.B. 1753 ? D.
1813,) 40, *395, *397.
Duncan Gray, vide Gray.
Dunbar, William, the Scotish poet,
162.
Durfey, Thomas, 246, 394, 490.
Pills to Purge Melancholy,
quoted passim.
E.
Ebdon, Thomas, organist, Dur-
ham, 498.
Eglinton, Susanna, Countess of,
*202.
Elliot, Sir Gilbert, of Minto,
Bart. (B. 1722, I). 1777,) 96,
148, 201, *140, *211, *295,
*296, *297.
Elliot, Miss Jane, of Minto, (B.
1727, D. 1805,) 67, * 130-' 132.
Erskine, Honourable Andrew,
(B. 1739? D. 1793,) 490,528.
Erskine, Major-Gen. Sir Henry,
Bart., (B. 1720? Z>. 1765,) 202,
*298,*400.
Erskine, Honourable Henry, 532.
Ewen, John, merchant, Aberdeen,
(B. 1741, D. 1821,) *380,
*441-*443.
F,
Falconer, William, (B. 1730,
D. 1769,) 199, *293.
Fergus, Mr, organist, Glasgow, 454.
Fergusson, Robert, (B. 1750, D.
1774,) 53, 121, 133, 173, 399,
*450, *451.
Finlay's (John) Scottish Ballads,
quoted, *457.
Forbes, Duncan, of Culloden,
Lord President, (B. 1684, D.
1747,) 34, 70, 111, *133, *320.
Forbes, Rev. John, *46l.
Fordyce, David, 217, *304.
Fordyce, James, D.D., (#. 1720?
D. 1796,) 217, *304.
Forsyth's (Walter) Border Pipers,
*379.
Fraser, Thomas, musician, 5, 6.
Fraser's (Captain) Collection of
Gaelic Airs, 136, 209, 255.
Freebairn, Mr, his Eloge d' Ecosse,
quoted *399.
G.
G, (B,) song by, *220.
Gall, Richard, (B. 1766, D.
1801,) 443, 457, 460-466, 472,
473, 488, 489, 515.
Gay, John, Songs to Scottish Airs,
in his Beggar's Opera, 52.
Geddes, Alexander, D.D., (B.
1737, D. 1802,) 90, 432, *463.
Geddes, Rev. William, Saint's Re-
creations, 93, 94.
Gilderoy, aHighland freebooter, 7 1 ,
*320.
Gleig's, Rev. G. R., History of
England, quoted *207.
Glover, Jean, (B. 1758, 2).
1801,) 313, *365.
Good's (Dr Mason) Life of Geddes,
quoted *463.
XXX
GENERAL INDEX.
Gordon, Alexander, Fourth Duke
or, (B. 1743, 2). 1827,) 152,
*212.
Gordon, Sir Robert, of Straloch,
his MS. Lute Book, 1627, *105,
138-*] 40, *215, *533.
Gow, Neil, musician, 241,
Neil and Nathaniel, Musical
Collections, quoted passim.
Graham, Dougal, (2?. 1724' 2).
1779,) *110, Mil.
Graham, George Farquhar, Esq.
Old Airs harmonized or decy.
phered by, *139, -37 1, *376,
*377, *408, 534.
Graham, James, British Georgics,
quoted 242.
Graham, Miss Jenny, ofDumfries,
(B. 1724,2). 1805,) 101, *141-
*144, *408.
Graham, Robert, of Gartmore, (B.
1750, 2). 1797,) 473, 521.
Gray, Duncan, 148.
Green, Maurice, 88.
Gregg, James, teacher of dancing,
Ayrshire, 484.
Grant, Mrs, of Carron, afterwards
Mrs Dr Murray, of Bath, {B.
1744?£>. 1814?) 320, *368,*369.
Grant, Mrs Anne, of Laggan, (B.
1755, 2). 1838,) 527.
Gunn, John, on the Harp, quoted
*373, *377.
H.
Hackston, schoolmaster, *385.
Halket, Sir Alexander, of Pitferran,
*133, *320.
Halket, Elizabeth, vide Ward-
law, Lady.
Halket, George, *381.
Hamilton, Janet, (Mrs Moore,)
19, 20.
Halley, George, Account of the
Murrays of Tullibardine, *222.
Hamilton, John, musicseller,
Edinburgh, (5. 1761, 2). 1814,)
459, 485, 496, 506, 510, 537.
Hamilton, Lord William, Lament
for his Death, *135.
Hamilton, William, of Bangour,
(B. 1704, 2). 1754,) 128, 140,
171, 192, 488, 492, *293.
Hamilton, Capt. William, of
Gilbertfield, 1680P2). 1751,)
•135, *205, *206, *444.
Hardyknute, 263, *319.
Hastie, John, Border piper, *379.
Hastie, Robert, town piper of Jed-
burgh, 335, *379.
Haydn, Joseph, Mus. Doct. 121.
Herd, David, Collection of Scot-
tish Songs and Ballads, quoted
passim.
Hewitt, Richard, 5, *108.
Hilton's Northern Catch, 1652,
quoted 133.
Hoadley, John, LL.D., 89.
Hogg's Jacobite Relics, quoted pas-
sim.
Home, Miss Anne, vide Hunter,
Mrs.
Home, Grisell, vide Baillie, Lady
Grisell.
Home, John, 456.
Howard, Samuel, Mus. Doct. 432,
433.
Hugh of Lincoln, Ballads respect-
ing, *490, 535.
Hunter, Anne Home, Mrs, (B.
1742, 2). 1821,) 67, M32, »133.
I.
Inglis, Mrs Richmond, *297.
J.
James the Fifth, King of Scot-
land, (2?. 1511, D. 1542,) 216,
250
Jamieson, Robert, Popular Ballads
and Songs, 469, 474, 500.
Jeffreys, Mr, 520.
Jenny Nettles, tradition respecting,
*120.
Johnson, Charles, 488.
Johnson, James, publisher of the
Scots Musical Museum, 274,
passim.
Johnson, Mr, 313.
Johnston, Miss, of Hilton, after-
wards Mrs Oswald, *318.
K.
Keith, Anne Murray, (B. 1730,
2). 1818,) 75, *129, *J36.
GENERAL INDEX.
xxxi
Keith, Sir Robert Murray, Bart.,
(B. 1732, D. 1795,) *300,*302.
Kenmure, Gordon, Viscount of,
338.
Kellie, Thomas Alexander, Earl of,
529-532.
Kennedy, Professor Herbert, 107,
*198.
Kennedy, Susanna, vide Eglinton,
Countess of.
Kintore, Countess of, *307.
Kirkconnell, Helen of, tradition
respecting, *209, *211.
Knyvett, William, 376.
L.
Lapraik, John, (B. 1717, B.
1807,) 200, 202, *294, *297.
Lawries of Maxwelton, *362.
Learmont, John, (B. 1765? D.
1810,) 298, *361, 362*.
Leeves, Reverend William, air by,
231.
Lesly, Alexander, of Doveran, bal-
lad attributed to, *304.
Lewis, Stewart, poem on fair Helen
of Kirkconnell, *208, *365.
Lindsay, Lady Anne, Lady Bar-
nard, (B. 1750, D. 1825,) 230,
337, *310, *312.
Lockhart's (J. G.) Life of Burns,
quoted *392.
Logan, Reverend John, (B. 1748,
D. 1788,) 68, 464.
Lowe, Reverend John, (B. 1750,
D. 1798,) 37, *116.
M.
Macauley, Mr, 456, 517.
Macaulay, James, 517.
Macdonald, Andeew, (B. 1757,
D. 1790,) 225, *307.
Macdonald, Patrick, collection of
Highland tunes, 372, *374.
Macfarlan, Miss, *299.
Macgibbon, William, musician,
Edinburgh, 192, 198, 199.
Macgill, John, musician, Girvan,
Ayrshire, 202, 467.
Macgregor, Captain John Drum-
mond, 176.
Macgregor, Joseph, Esq. com-
munication respecting Marshall,
*413.
Mackay, Rev. Nath. vide M'Kie.
Mackenzie, Henry, {B. 1745, D.
1831,) 492, 532, 533.
M'Kie, Rev. Nathaniel, (£. 1715,
D. 1781,) 431, *462.
Macintyre, Robert, musician, Ed-
inburgh, 379, 441, 479.
Maclean, Donald, border piper,
*379.
M'Lehose, Agnes Craig, Mrs,
(B. 1759, alive 1839,) 178, 180
*220, *221, *222.
M'Lennan, Rev. Murdoch, *321,
*416.
Macneill, Hector, {B. 1746, D.
1818,) 238, 251, 344, 393, 440,
467, 473, 485, *313.
Macpherson, James, (B. 1738, D.
1796,) 241.
Mactaggart's Gallovidian Encyclo-
pedia, quoted *118, *365.
Mac vicar, Mr, {Flour. 1760,) 1,
*105.
Maigh, David, 78.
Mallet, or Malloch, David, (B.
1700, D. 1765,) 58, 75, 381,
470, *399, *444, *445, 520, 536.
Mansfield, Thomas, Esq., MS.
Collection of Songs, quoted *402,
*408, *410, *412, *416, 529.
Marlow, Christopher, 468.
Marshall, William, musician, 115,
190, 221, *305, *413-*416.
Marvell, Andrew, 519.
Mary Queen of Scots, *207.
Mary Scott, the Flower of Yarrow,
vide Scott.
Masterton, Allan, Writing-mas-
ter, Edinburgh, airs composed
by, 126, 208, 258, 275, 286,
*323, 393, *413, 442.
Masterton, Miss Ann, afterwards
Mrs Derbishire, *299.
Mavne, John,(.B. 1759, D. 1836,)
25, 42, *116, *397, *398.
Michel, M. Francisque, publication
of Hughes de Lincoln, 535.
Mickle, William Junius, (B
1734, D. 1788,) 45, *116, * 1 1 7 .
Miller, James, Depute - Teind-
Clerk, 346.
Mitchell, Joseph, (/?. 1084, D.
1734,) 54, 59, *399, *444, *446.
xxxii
GENERAL INDEX.
Montgomery, Captain Alex-
ander, {Flour. 1584,) *163,
*215, 406, *453.
Montrose, James, Marquis of,
(B. 1612, D. 1650,) 400, 429.
Morison, Roderick, blind harper,
vide Rory Dall.
Moore, Edward, 19.
Motherwell, William, 539.
Edition of Burns,
quoted passim in Addit. lllust.
Muirhead, James, D. D., (B
1740, D. 1808,) 3, *106.
Mundell, Dr Robert, (B. 1758,
Alive 1839,) 357, *391.
Murray, Lady, of Stanhope, *200.
Murray, Anne Keith, vide Keith.
Murray, Mrs, of Bath, vide Grant,
Mrs, of Carron.
Murray, Sir Robert Keith, vide
Keith.
Murray, Dr Thomas, Literary His-
tory of Galloway, quoted 513.
Murrays of Tullibardine, family of,
*222. J
N.
Napier, Mark, his Partition of the
Lennox, quoted *121.
Neill, Thomas, precentor, *221.
Newbattle, Lord, Song attributed
to, 4 J 9.
Nicoll, William, 286, *323.
Oswald, James, musician, 95, 176,
346, *I05, *406-*408.
. Musical Collections, quoted
passim.
Airs composed by, passim
173, 201, 202, 205, 314, 315,
325, 339, 361, 466.
Poetical Epistle to, in 1 741,
*406.
P.
Pagan, Isabel, *316.
Pasquali, Signor, 315.
Percy, Thomas, DD., Bishop of
Dromore, 30, *315.
Phillips, Ambrose, 41.
Pickering, Thomas, 348.
Pjnkerton, John, (B. 1758, D
1825,) 454, *32l, 515, 516.
Playford's, John, Dancing-master,
1 657, quoted 1 1 3, 1 29, 1 69, 30 1 ,
308, 315, 316, 318, 322, 359.
■ Musick's Handmaid,
1678, quoted 391.
■ Choyce Ayresand Songs,
79, quoted 394, 396.
Wit and Mirth, li
1703, quoted 3, 394, 398, 400.
Poe, Mr, 51.
Pringle, Andrew, Lord Alemore,
*400.
Pringle, Thomas/200.
Purcell, Henry, 132.
R.
R. S., Song by, 74.
Ramsay, Allan, (B. 1686, D.
1757), Songs, &c. by, 2, 9, 15,
16, 17, 18, 21, 22, 23, 28, 56,
57, 58, 62, 68, 85, 90, 91, 96,
98, 119,120, 122, 125, 127, 130,
137, 141, 161, 162, 168, 169,
176, 208, 221, 224, 225, 236,
237, 240, 310, 381, 382, 442,
459, 460, 482, 490.
Tea- Table Miscellany, 1724-
1740, quoted passim.
Authors of Songs in, and edi ■
tions of that work, *108, *382_
*384, "393.
MS. of the Gentle Shepherd,
*202,
Reid, General John, 202, 203.
Ramsay, Philip A., edition of Tan-
nahill's Poems, 538.
Reid, William, Bookseller, Glas-
gow, {B. 1764, D. 1831.) 53,
152, *212.
Richardson, John, 537.
Riddell, John, musician, 253.
Riddell, Maria Woodley, Mrs, (B.
1778? D. 1812,)215/208,*303.
Riddell, Robert, of Glenriddell,
290, 306, 341, *302, *323.
Rizzio, David, Scotish airs attributed
to, 1, 10, 36, *105.
Robertson, Alexander, of Stro-
wan, (B. 1670, 2). 1749,) 113.
137, 141, *199.
Robertson, Alexander, engraver
and musician, Edinburgh, (B
1750? D. 1819,) 405, *452.
GENERAL INDEX.
XXX111
Robertson's Calliope, 1 739, quoted
118.
Rory Dall, (or Roderick Morison,)
the blind harper, 324, *372_
*376.
Ross, Alexander, of Lochlee, (B.
1700, D. 1783,) 252, 391, 472,
*317, "*448.
Rutherford, Catharine [Alicia], vide
Cockburn, Mrs.
Rutherford, Elizabeth, vide Scott,
Mrs, of Wauchope.
S.
S. M., air by, 313.
Schetky, Mr, violoncello player, 40,
185.
Scott, Alexander, {Flour. 1568,)
527.
Scott, Elizabeth Rutherford, Mrs,
of Wauchope, (B. 1729, D.
1789,) 230, *308.
Scott Mrs, of Dumbartonshire,
(Flour. 1780,) 6, *394.
Scott, Marv, the Flower of Yarrow,
36, 37, 77, 78,*115.
Scott, R., of Biggar, 111.
Scott, Thomas, of Monklaw, No-
tices of Border Pipers, *378-
*380.
Scott, Sir Walter, Bart., (B. 1772,
D. 1833,) Border Minstrelsy,
quoted passim.
Recollections of Mrs Cock-
burn, authoress of the Flowers
of the Forest, * 123— mistake re-
garding her name, *129, *401.
Scott, Sir William, of Thirlstane,
(B. 1670? D. 1725,) *121.
Sedley, Sir Charles, song by, com-
monly attributed to President
Forbes, *133, *320.
Selkirk, Souters of, tradition re-
specting, 386.
Semple, Francis, of Beltrees,
(Flour. 1650,)87,*121,475,522.
Sharpe, Charles K., Esq., Ballad-
Book, *306.
Edition of Lord Kelly's
Minuets, 532.
Sheridan, Richard Brinsley, 22, 51 .
Shirrefs, Andrew, (Flour. 1787,)
479, 525.
Shield, William, musical composer,
24, 375.
Sibbald, James, bookseller, Edin-
burgh, * 14 1, 510.
Sillar, David, (B. 1760, D.
1830,) 180, *22l.
Sim, Reverend John, 47.
Skene, John, Musical Manuscript,
(circa 1615,) 18, 61, *110, 125,
*395, 445, 505.
Skinner, Rev. John, (B. 1721,
D. 1807,) 189, 276, 281, 283,
287, *323, *412.
Skirving, Adam, farmer, (B. 1719,
J). 1803,) 105, 220,* 189,* 192,
*305.
Skirving, Archibald, portrait-pain-
ter, (B. 1749, D. 1819,) *193,
*194.
Skirving, Captain Robert, Letter
respecting his Father, *190;
verses by, *193-*198.
Smith, John Stafford, his Musica
Antiqua Anglicana, 228, 391,
503.
Smith, Robert A., musician, 538,
539.
Smollett, Tobias, M.D., (B.
1721, D. 1774,) 133.
Spence, Sir Patrick, ballad of, 423,
*320, *457.
Southerne, Thomas, song by, 56.
Strachan, Dr, Carnwarth, *449.
Stewart, H. D. Cranstoun, Mrs
Dugald, (B. 1765, D. 1838,)
319, *366.
Stuart, Alexander, music to Ram-
say's Tea - Table Miscellany,
*394.
Sutherland, Earl and Countess of,
Lines on their Funeral, by Sir
G. Elliot, *296.
Swift, Dean Jonathan, 486.
Sybold, Mr, harp-player, 419.
Sy ron, George, a negro, song by, 5 1 .
Syme, George, piper, *379, *381.
T.
Tait, John, Writer to the Signet,
(B. 1752? D. 1817,) 456, *507.
Tannahill, Robert, Edition of his
Poems, with Life by P. A.
Ramsay, 538, 451.
xxxiv
GENERAL INDEX.
Tenducci, Ferdinando, a celebrated
•* singer, 4, *107, *451.
Tennant, Professor William, 478,
523.
Thomson, George, Correspondence
with Burns, quoted passim.
Collection of Scottish
Songs, quoted *317, *444, 487,
512, 537.
Thomson, James, (2?. 1700, D.
1748,) 42, 79, 505, 535, 536.
Thomson, William, Orpheus Cale-
donius, 1725-1733, quoted pas-
sim.
Tytler, James, (B. 1747, B.
1805,) 73, 83, 98, 100, 122, 134,
*411.
Tytler, William, of Woodhouselee
1,5.
U.
Urbani, P., Collection of Scots
Songs, 318, 394.
Urquhart of Craigston, *388.
V.
Vane, Lady, Lament on the Death
of her Husband, Lord W. Ham-
ilton, »135.
W.
Walkinshaw, William, 128, *205.
Wallace, Sir William, ballads on,
426, *458-*460.
Wallace, William, of Cairn-
hill, (B. 1712? D. 1763,) 108,
*198.
Walsh's Caledonian Country
Dances, 219.
Watlen, John, 377-
Wardlaw, Elizabeth Halket,
Lady, of Pitrevie, (B. 1677, D.
1727,) 72, 268, *319, *458.
Watts's Musical Miscellany, 1729-
1731, quoted 119, 162.
Watson's Collection of Scots
Poems, 1706-1711, quoted pas-
sim.
Webster, Alexander, D.D.,(2?.
1707, D. 1784,) 224, *307.
Williams, Helen Maria, song by,
attributed to Burns, *468.
Wood, Thomas, of St Andrews,
Musical Manuscripts, 1566, &c,
147, 369, 407, *440.
Wotton, Sir Henry, song by, *454.
Wordsworth, William, Poems on
Yarrow, 518.
Whyte, William, Collection of
Scottish Songs, 121.
Y.
Yester, John Lord, (B. 1645,
D. 1713,) 36, *112.
Young, Alexander, of Harburn,
Esq., communication respecting
Miss Jenny Graham, *143.
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